A DISTANT VIEW OF SURF

Once the decision had been made, we headed off to the charming little fishing port of Mousehole.

As we passed several direction signs, and our SatNav kept referring to (although mispronouncing) our destination, Wilson eventually conceded that perhaps it WAS a real place after all.

We parked on the outskirts of the village and walked in along a coastal path, pausing for W to admire the view. And the Atlantic Rollers.

'I can't wait to catch some Tubes, New Dad!' he remarked. 'Just look at those choka barrels — Bitchin!'

As we strolled on down to the beach, he confidently explained to me the meaning of Carpet Diem, which he has been shouting a lot lately. It is apparently a Latin or Greek saying which roughly translates as: Let's see what we find on the carpet today!