Peppa Pig World: A review
Yesterday morning, as the clouds threatened to unleash their wrath and the forecast looked iffy at best, we decided to embark on a trip to Peppa Pig World. And we had a blast. Below is a summary of our experience.
First, booking. It was easy, but I couldn’t help feel that I’d been conned. At the gate, the Family of Three ticket price would have been £60.50. (Anyone over a metre tall and under 60 years of age pays the full price—odd combination of units.) But by booking online, you can get it for £56. Add this to your basket, and it shows a price of £57, owing to the £1 “booking and admin fee”. I opted to print the tickets myself, so I’m unsure exactly what this covered, and would argue that the cost of booking and administration would have been higher had I bought my tickets at the gate. Although only £1, it left me with a slightly sour taste in my mouth.
It was a 1h50m journey from south-west London, and while the signposting near the park was inconsistent, we made it in the end. I found it fascinating that while there were no parking attendants nor parking place markers, everything was so orderly. People could park where they wanted in the huge tarmacked space, yet everything was in neat rows, each two cars deep. Marvellous.
Now the ticket gives you full access to the entirety of the Paulton’s Family Theme Park. But we only ventured into Peppa Pig World.
And it was ace. We went to Peppa Pig’s house, interrupting them eating dinner, took advantage of a photo opportunity at Madame Gazelle’s school, and went on a slew of rides, including Grandpa Pig’s train (it’s not a toy!), Miss Rabbit’s helicopter ride and Miss Rabbit’s balloon ride, while my wife took our daughter on George’s dinosaur ride. And I took her on the windy castle ride, where we rode clouds around a tall castle, for a little longer than I would have liked.
The iffy weather held off, but I expect that it helped reduce the queue lengths—our longest wait was probably 15 minutes for the helicopter ride. Most rides involved a sub-five-minute wait.
There was lots of other stuff to be done, including themed playgrounds, more train rides, boat rides, log flumes and penguin feeding, all within the Peppa Pig area.
Overall, it was fabulous. The theming was lovely: cute but not so overbearing as to make you want to shoot yourself. The place was clean and tidy, yet had a profoundly British feel to it—some of the staff were clearly miserable as sin, something that you wouldn’t see at Disney World.
Lastly, I looked for the hog roast, but couldn’t find one for love nor money.