Meeting the neighbours, in more ways than one

It’s been an interesting couple of weeks, all told. On Friday 25th, I caught the 7.30 train from Brighton to meet my parents on the way to Southampton, where we needed to change to get to Wool station. Wool, you see, is the home of our beloved Monkey World Ape Rescue Centre and, though my folks go practically every month, I hadn’t been in some time. Continue reading