As we made our way back to the car park Wilson noticed a children's playground overlooking the Thames, and asked to play there for a little while.
Watching him playing was a useful reminder to me that, in spite of his precocity and ambition, he is really just a child, a normal little boy…
When he was finally exhausted we climbed back in the car and drove back to Uckfield — or Ucky, as W calls it.
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