Monday

Having been promised wet weather today I have suggested going to Bovington Tank Museum, and it is fair to say that it is not a universally well received idea but having visited the area 4 or 5 times and not gone I ignore the groans and convince them to go.

We arrive in time for the daily outside display of various tracked vehicles including the 60 tonne Chiefton tank. It only lasts 30 minutes and seems to have be enjoyed by even the earlier dissenters! Afterwards the boys, Alisha, lauren and David get a high speed ride around the display arena in the tracked armoured supplies truck. Daniel returns beaming and claiming it to be the best ride ever.

We spend a couple of hours looking around the museum which must have over a hundred tanks. But even I have to agree there are only so many you want to look at in a day. Daniel's ability to smell a gift shop at a hundred yards has not deserted him and the boys emerge as pint sized soldiers complete with flack jackets, hats and guns.

The journey back is whiled away with the the boys firing the suction cupped bullets across the car against the opposing window.

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