As Wilson has planned quite a heavy schedule for the next few days, we decided to spend a quiet day in St Helier.
He was a bit nervous about standing next to the mine, saying, 'Just read the sign! It says it's a REAL MINE! It could go off at any minute! Hello?'
In the evening I spotted the St Helier Steam Clock and I was reminded of the fantastical Guinness Clock which I'd seen in my childhood. I persuaded Wilson to wait until it struck the hour.
'It'll be amazing,' I told him. 'I expect people will pop out and the paddle wheels will turn and the whistle will blow and there'll be steam everywhere — you can't imagine how great it will be!'
We waited. The clock passed six. Nothing happened.
Well, that's 50 minutes of my life I'll never see again!' Wilson remarked, a trifle testily I thought.
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