Raaaagh!!!

I can't remember how many times I have been to the Oxford Museum of Natural History, it must be working its way to 100 visits. I used to go with Grampie when I was little and he always told me that the skeleton on the T-Rex was real. It isn't, but nevermind I won't let that tiny fact dent the memories of childhood.

This was Toby's third visit to the museum - not bad for 18 months, but an easy diversion after a quick psychology session at Oxford Baby Lab (Note: Toby still to be confirmed as a genius). The Victorian Gothic structure and architecture of the museum lends it self perfectly to its skeletal inhabitants.