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| Longleat comes with its own wall walk, you know. |
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| This would make a fantastic venue for a wedding reception. |
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| Nico the silverback. Loves eating, scratching and Saturday morning cartoons. A bit like me, really, only less hairy. |
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| It's cupboard love. We had food on the boat. |
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| Pet Cemetary |
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| "Which one's the gargoyle?" |
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| A moment later it whizzed out of shot, and became a polygon. |
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| Lunch! |
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| The butterflies thrive on this stuff. It smelled pretty bad, we thought, but that turned out to be Joshua's nappy. |
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| He's enjoying it. No, really. He is. |
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| In the Fantasy Garden - half Zen, half Arthurian |
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| "If you wallaby my lover..." |
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| After Joshua had asked Mummy and Grandad to swing him for the 37th time, it was safe to say that the novelty had worn off a bit |
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| "Eight, nine, ten - " |
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| The monkeys were puzzled by the sudden appearance of the large black vertical slab. |
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| ...and that's right about when Mrs Knight stopped taking photos of the lions. |
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| "The wolves are...well, dawdling, rather than running." |
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