and handy for NCN7

Having driven past the brown signs for "The Burrell Collection" many tens of times over the past eighteen years it was intriguing to actually get to go there a few years ago, though I didn't see much of it in between discreetly feeding the micro-Edgar a packed lunch in the café and then stopping him from falling against jaggy metal things near the windows for the remainder of the visit. This time I got to scuttle around the playpark, wander around the grounds and briefly amble through the inside exhibits once more, this time making sure that Amos didn't try to nibble any of the exhibits. As playparks go it's quite good, particularly the low-loading roundabout off which small children can be safely and enjoyably centrifuged.