But like many small boys he is also very interested in guns, and on our way to the tunnels this ancient cast-iron cannon caught his eye.
He spent a few minutes examining it closely and climbing all over it (narrowly avoiding getting his head stuck in the barrel and a claw trapped in the touch-hole) before we again headed towards the tunnels.
Following our recent chat about diabetes, he confided that he has decided to donate all his left-over rock and sweets to The Bees.
This is good news as they are constitutionally suited to eating sugar. Also, they will guard it fiercely — thus preventing me from eating any when I know I shouldn't!
Now, having reached the tunnel entrance, Wilson led the way down a narrow iron spiral staircase into the depths of the earth; from brilliant sunshine, we were suddenly engulfed in darkness…
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