Holidayed-out!

Following an uneventful journey back to Poole on the ferry and an undisturbed night at the hotel (to Wilson's disappointment — no refund this time!) I thought we'd be heading straight home. 

But Wilson has a knack of seeking out fun, and he directed me to Bournemouth where he discovered a sea-front fairground. 

He had a ride on the carousel (scarier than it looks) and an ice-cream (not as big as he expected) before finally declaring himself 'completely holidayed-out!' 

Climbing into the back seat of the car he settled down to sleep, telling me that I'd have to rely on the sat-nav to get me home as he was too tired for any more map-reading.