Visit Never-safe

Yes, visit the land of Never-safe and enjoy our breath-taking activities.

Are you ever bored at the weekend? Do you and your friends long for excitement? If so then come visit Never-safe.

Marvel at magical monsters up close.

Surf the daily tsunamis.

Reach for the stars when you climb Mount Ever-best.

Experience weekly earth quakes.

Admire our active volcano -only available until January 31^st

In the Magical Maze you will:

Lose yourselves in the maze’s magic;

Find an “exciting” surprise at every twist and turn;

Overcome tricky obstacles;

Avoid hidden traps;

Solve the sphinx’s impossible riddle to get to the centre.

*warning may never come out, enter at your own risk

Just of the shore of Never-safe, you can surf the daily tsunamis. Many of our survivors have become professional surfers. ‘It was a wild and brilliant ride, I enjoyed it greatly.’ Said Lucy Tutting, an Olympic surfer.

Book your visit today at: www/Visit Never-safe.com

*Your safety is not guaranteed

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Bomb.

She had eyes of grief anger

that could make a trained soldier run.

As she spoke to me her voice was rough

and she spat sparks.

She was nuclear by name and nuclear by nature.

On my way into town,

I met a boy called Horse.

His palomino coat glistened in the evening sun,

as he galloped towards the fields.

On my way into town,

I met a woman of Peace.

Her glowing eyes radiated sorrow and pain

for the wars being fought day and night.

The dove on her shoulder spread messages of hope and joy.

On my way into town,

I met a man called Death.

His silver scythe glinted dangerously in the moonlight,

His hooded face was calloused with age.

Though he was near to me I couldn’t hear his footsteps.

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Home.

I turned and followed her.

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Bomb.

She had eyes of grief anger

that could make a trained soldier run.

As she spoke to me her voice was rough

and she spat sparks.

She was nuclear by name and nuclear by nature.

On my way into town,

I met a boy called Horse.

His palomino coat glistened in the evening sun,

as he galloped towards the fields.

On my way into town,

I met a woman of Peace.

Her glowing eyes radiated sorrow and pain

for the wars being fought day and night.

The dove on her shoulder spread messages of hope and joy.

On my way into town,

I met a man called Death.

His silver scythe glinted dangerously in the moonlight,

His hooded face was calloused with age.

Though he was near to me I couldn’t hear his footsteps.

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Home.

I turned and followed her.

On my way into town

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Bomb.

She had eyes of grief anger

that could make a trained soldier run.

As she spoke to me her voice was rough

and she spat sparks.

She was nuclear by name and nuclear by nature.

On my way into town,

I met a boy called Horse.

His palomino coat glistened in the evening sun,

as he galloped towards the fields.

On my way into town,

I met a woman of Peace.

Her glowing eyes radiated sorrow and pain

for the wars being fought day and night.

The dove on her shoulder spread messages of hope and joy.

On my way into town,

I met a man called Death.

His silver scythe glinted dangerously in the moonlight,

His hooded face was calloused with age.

Though he was near to me I couldn’t hear his footsteps.

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Home.

I turned and followed her.

On my way into town

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Bomb.

She had eyes of grief anger

that could make a trained soldier run.

As she spoke to me her voice was rough

and she spat sparks.

She was nuclear by name and nuclear by nature.

On my way into town,

I met a boy called Horse.

His palomino coat glistened in the evening sun,

as he galloped towards the fields.

On my way into town,

I met a woman of Peace.

Her glowing eyes radiated sorrow and pain

for the wars being fought day and night.

The dove on her shoulder spread messages of hope and joy.

On my way into town,

I met a man called Death.

His silver scythe glinted dangerously in the moonlight,

His hooded face was calloused with age.

Though he was near to me I couldn’t hear his footsteps.

On my way into town,

I met a girl called Home.

I turned and followed her.