Dream car...

Having arrived in Lyndhurst, a pretty little village in the heart of the New Forest, we parked up and went in search of lunch. 

It turns out that Lyndhurst is home to a major Ferrari dealership — when we came upon it, Wilson rushed up to the most expensive car on the forecourt and insisted that I photograph him standing next to it. 

'As soon as I'm a millionaire,' he said, 'this is the car I shall have. You can come on holiday in it with me, New Dad, but you're going to have to cut right back on your luggage!'

Photographing W next to his dream car is one thing, but I drew the line when he wanted to go inside and discuss discounts and personalised numberplates with one of the salesmen. Apart from anything else, I was starting to feel very hungry. 

In case you're wondering, he can't decide between WIL50NS and ANT54ME… good to know he's got his priorities right!