UK's cheapest theme park is free to enter - and rides cost just £1

Buckle up thrill-seekers.
A new study has found the cheapest theme parks in the UK for a day out. The research looked at the most affordable amusement parks for a child's ticket on a peak summer weekend day.
According to the research, Playland Fun Park in Worcestershire is officially the UK's cheapest theme park.
The park, in Stourport-on-Severn, has completely free entry with rides starting from just £1. Kids can enjoy the park's bumper boats or ride a go-kart.
One reviewer writes on Google Reviews that the park is a 'good place to visit for all the family' while another visitor describes it as an 'absolutely lovely park'.
Next cheapest is The Web Adventure Park in York where a child's weekend ticket costs £17.95 with rides included.
The quirky park has an outdoor area with an animal zone with ponies, alpacas and more and an indoor play area with ball pits and a ninja course.
A reviewer who gave the park five stars on Google Reviews describes it as 'such a lovely place' while another says it's a 'nice and tidy place with everything kids love to do all in one place'.
The UK's third-cheapest theme park is the Camel Creek Family Adventure Park where a child's ticket costs from £20 with access to rides.
Located in Cornwall, the theme park has a water ride, a chair swing, adventure golf and even a family of meerkats.
A visitor writes on Google Reviews: 'We had an absolutely brilliant day out at Camel Creek!
'From the moment we arrived, the atmosphere was welcoming and the park was clean and well-maintained.'
Fantasy Island in Skegness lands just outside the top three, as the fourth-cheapest theme park in the UK with an adventurer pass costing £20.50 at the weekend.
The adventurer pass can be purchased for anyone 0.9m or above which allows children to access many of the park's rides including the log flume, river rapids and chair-o-planes.
Fantasy Island is also home to Europe's largest seven-day market which sells everything from garden furniture to souvenirs.
The next most affordable theme park in the UK is BeWilderWood in Cheshire where a weekend ticket costs £22.95 for people over 105cm.
THE CHEAPEST THEME PARKS IN THE UK
Name Price
Playland Fun Park £0
The Web Adventure Park £17.95
Camel Creek Family Adventure Park £20
Fantasy Island £20.50
BeWILDerwood Cheshire £22.95
The nature-themed park has a sky maze, zip lines and a 'treacherous' woodland trail.
A visitor on Tripadvisor describes the park as 'incredibly well maintained' adding that the staff do an 'incredible job keeping everything clean and tidy'.
Outdoor Toys, which carried out the research, analysed the prices of peak summer weekend tickets for 2025 to find the cheapest attractions.
Many of the parks have even cheaper deals for tourists who are willing to visit during the week.

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