We walked from the hotel into the pretty village of Shanklin — it only took ten minutes or so, but I've a feeling Wilson will want to be carried back! — and the very first shop we came across was "The Rock Shop."
It was filled with Shanklin Rock of every imaginable flavour (except, as it turned out, Ant flavour) and all manner of other sweets and candy.
We spent a long time in there, Wilson rooting through the displays and sniffing everything while I repeated to him the (pointless) mantra, 'You'll be having your dinner in a minute, so don't eat too much!'
Wilson declared that this was, without a shadow of doubt, the Best Shop Ever!
He left with a huge bag of rock and other sweets, and a promise from me that we could visit the shop again before we leave.
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