Is there really an ethical tug-of-war between education and freedom for our zoos?
The zoo is where the vast majority of urban dwellers first clap eyes on an exotic creature which, if like me, you hail from somewhere such as Stockport, could easily be anything other than a pigeon or a three legged dog. There aren’t many places that are as joyfully madcap as the monkey house and nothing comes close to replicating the peculiar odour that emanates from the zoo’s elephant quarters.
Trips to Chester Zoo back in the early 1980s form some of my earliest memories and I dare say that is the case for many born during an era dominated by corduroy and Noel Edmonds as, back then, theme parks weren’t really a thing.
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