The Butterfly House
My Mum is obsessed with butterflies to the point where it's sort of unnerving. Much to my disdain, Mum had a couple of vouchers for the North Somerset Butterfly House to use up and so, on the last day of the season, an hour before closing, we decided to spend an hour at the 'secret paradise in the heart of the Westcountry'....might use that in my Twitter bio.
I say 'much to my disdain' because, if I'm honest, my experiences of butterfly houses prior to this one hadn't been particularly positive. Around five years ago, on our way back from a Spandau Ballet gig, Mum insisted that we stop off at the UK's largest butterfly farm in Stratford-upon-Avon and, my God, it was terrifying! Butterflies are beautiful, sure, tranquil, yes, but when they're flying at you, or sat on you, in large volumes they're the worst. Long story short, it was all too much and my best friend and I will never forget clinging onto one another screaming, bleary-eyed, in the middle of a boiling hot conservatory. Thankfully, my experience at this particularly butterfly house was much more chilled out.
Bar a couple of families here and there, we had full reign of the place. We sat on benches (big thumbs up to attractions with a good share of benches) and watched the butterflies feed on rotting bananas, noting how Christmas-present-ribbon-like their tongues are. There was a great selection of butterflies - lots of different shapes, colours and sizes - all equally fascinating. The terrapins were also a great source of entertainment - snapping at one another whenever they had the chance. There were also a few stick insects to look at (as seen above). Having been likened to a stick insect on many occasion, thanks lanky frame, it was weird to see them right in front of me. Elusive stick-like bastards! Mum was, admittedly, a little upset that none of the butterflies landed on her, unlike at Stratford, but we both agreed that it was wonderfully peaceful. You could definitely take a notebook in there and sit and write for a while if you could stand the heat.
After sweating out my body weight, we decided to pick ourselves up and head home (but not before picking up The Very Hungry Caterpillar bookmarks for 50p each in the gift shop - what a snip!!!). The Butterfly House is now closed until March 2016 but I would recommend it to those in the immediate area, particularly those with littles. It's small but it was still enjoyable and there's a café next door that I am told does really good cake. What more do you want?!
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