Wilson is excited by a local attraction...

Wilson is still in a bit of a sulk that we've not come on a beach holiday, but last night he was sitting up in his bed reading some of the Ironbridge Attractions leaflets he picked up in Reception. Suddenly he called out to me, 'New Dad! Are you awake?'

'Um… yes,' I replied, waking with a start. 'What's wrong?'

'Look at this! They've got a Tar Tunnel! I want to go to the Tar Tunnel!'

He has developed an inexplicable desire to visit what is, even according to the promotional leaflet, an old, low-ceilinged, brick-lined tunnel with tar 'oozing out of the walls.' 

Who can predict what will float an anteater's boat? Anyway, I've promised W that we will visit, but I think we should leave it until later in the week, to give him something to look forward to.

Today we went to take a look at Ironbridge's eponymous Iron Bridge. W was a little bit underwhelmed, especially when I refused to let him climb up the girders, but he perked up once we'd visited the local souvenir shops and he'd bought himself an Ironbridge T-shirt and some Cheesy Wotsits.