FUN ON THE PIER

Straight after breakfast we jumped into the car and set off for the pier — Wilson loves piers, and I hear this is a good one, with loads of rides and things to do that he'll enjoy.

Gulls wheeled and cried overhead in the clear blue sky as we approached the pier entrance, but W pulled me to one side.

In spite of having eaten (a very substantial) breakfast less than an hour before, W insisted that he needed to be further fortified by a cone of chips and a 99 ice cream before venturing onto the pier.

As he ate, he kept pointing at the big fibreglass model cow in front of the kiosk and laughing, '"Cow You Cannot Milk" New Dad! "Cow You Cannot Milk"!'