GRINDAGE

Having retired to a nearby café for some 'grindage' (I have no idea what that even means) Wilson ordered a burrito but settled for a vegetarian Cornish Pasty, which he declared to be 'Primo!'

Over coffee we discussed where to go next, and W said he'd really like to visit Mousehole. 

I think this is because
     (a) he doesn't believe there's really a town called Mousehole, and
     (b) if there is, he thinks it will be populated by giant mice.

I'm pretty sure he'll be disappointed on both counts, but it is a really lovely little village, so I'm certain he'll enjoy his visit.