Once Wilson's donkey ride was over we retired to a sea-front café where, over an ice-cream sundae, he told me all about his ride and explained in some detail the finer points of donkey riding.
To cut a long story short, this seems to boil down pretty much to holding on very tight and not falling off, but far be it from me to belittle his experience — he's still really pumped from his adventure.
After he'd finished his elucidation (and his sundae) we set off for a stroll along the prom in search of further thrills.
Wilson frowned for a moment then asked me why they're called 'sundaes' — I had to confess that I had not the faintest idea…
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