By Helen Jones
I am now 50 and have fond memories of visiting Chester Zoo each Easter from the late 1960s onwards. I remember seeing pink flamingos for the fist time (no colour TV, so had never been exposed to the quality of wild life documentaries we see today). I asked my Mum if they had been washed with a pair of red socks... how strange to see a pink bird.
The Polar Bears were amazing too, now not a feature. I'm sure I rode on an Elephant with my sister which was truly amazing.
We also visited on school trips in the '70s eating our packed lunches by the old gift shop on the lawn amongst the colourful flower beds.
The zoo remains a favourite with us and my two sons have enjoyed their regular visits. We went this Easter, even though they are now 17 and 19. Each time there is a new development.
Thank goodness George Mottershead persisted despite the doubters of the time. Due to him we now have a national treasure on our doorstep.
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