There’s a specific sadness that hits you when you drive past Thorpe Park in January. You see the empty car park, the silent loops of Colossus against a grey sky, and you remember the sound of people screaming. It’s like seeing your favourite pub completely dark on a Saturday night. A bit tragic, really.
But here’s the secret: the winter closure is a good thing. It forces you to appreciate the summer. When you finally hear that air-gate hiss again in March, it feels like Christmas morning and a birthday party rolled into one. The wait makes the ride sweeter.
So, embrace the darkness. Spend your winter re-arranging your queue-line snacks, watching POV videos on YouTube, and dreaming of the day you can again smell the mixed aroma of fried dough and sweat. Thorpe Park will be back. It always is. And when it does, you’ll be ready to scream your head off all over again.
