WIlson makes plans for his future...

When we'd finished our ice-creams we headed down to the beach. 

Wilson admired some boats and said he'd quite like a boat when he was a millionaire, but a bigger one than these. He would get one that someone else could drive for him, with proper bedrooms and an engine. And that would allow him to stay further away from the water.

Antony helpfully suggested it could be called the SS Antony, at which W raised his eyebrows and shook his head despairingly.

Before we left, Wilson gathered up a pinch of sand to look at under his microscope when we got back to the hotel.