Cockington Green is a garden with lots of beautifully crafted miniature buildings and landscape. Some of these structures are icons or landmarks of a certain village, country or city. Though the tickets were a little pricey, I felt that the money was worth the trip. It was an eye opener for us.
However, I doubt I'll be returning to Cockington Green anytime soon. It's like if you were to visit Jurong Bird Park this year, you probably won't return again next year unless you've got a passion for birds. Similarly, I won't return to Cockington Green unless I've got a strong interest in handcrafted miniature buildings and landscape.
I could not help but upload this picture. I can't restrain my laughter each time I see this picture. With the help of her bag, Peixin's butt does look like an emu's butt. Hahs.
This was me waiting for the bus at the bus stop. Yes, the pole represents a bus stop. The buses here don't work the same way as they do in Singapore. Buses come at an hourly interval on weekend evenings. Even though it was a 20 minutes wait for the bus, it felt like eternal because the weather was really cold, especially when the wind blew. My hands were so numbed from the cold, I had difficulties taking the bus ticket out from my wallet.
And within a short period of time, the sky turned to this dark (from the above picture) while we were waiting for the bus.
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