The best part is this: once you know the way, you can do it again. And again. And the fear of “getting lost” transforms into the confidence of a seasoned explorer. The map becomes a memory, the sat-nav becomes a friend, and Alton Towers becomes your personal playground.
So go on. Start the engine. Check the bus schedule. Pump up the tyres. The world is full of questions, but this one has a beautifully simple, exciting answer. You get there by deciding to go. And that decision? It’s always the best first step.
Now, go chase that corkscrew. The park is waiting, and so is a day that promises to be utterly, gloriously ridiculous.
