Crocodiles of the World Burford Road Brize Norton Carterton
Walk in, and the smell hits you. It’s warm, humid, and faintly swampy. You’re not in the Cotswolds anymore, Dorothy.
But the best part? The sheer noise. It’s quiet, then a sudden hiss, a splash, or a baby croc chirping. It sounds like someone left a tiny dinosaur in a bathtub.
They have over 80 of these scaly beauties. From the tiny, finger-sized dwarf caimans to the absolute unit that is the saltwater croc. He’s the boss here, no contest.
The Star of the Show: “Mongrel” the Saltie
Let’s talk about him. He’s called Mongrel (don’t ask, but it suits him). He just… floats. A log with teeth and a grudge.
You stand there, staring into his unblinking yellow eye. He stares back, clearly judging your life choices. “You really wore that today?” he seems to say. Rude, but fair.
He doesn’t move for ten minutes. Then, BAM. He twitches a little toe. The whole crowd gasps. It’s the most dramatic foot twitch you’ll ever see. I nearly choked on my coffee.