GOOD NIGHT NEWQUAY

We spent our final evening in Newquay (or Nookey as Wilson still insists on calling it) sitting on a bench on the cliffs opposite our hotel, gazing out thoughtfully towards the horizon as the sun set.

'It's been a good holiday, New Dad,' W observed wistfully, 'and I've had a lovely time. I'm sorry I didn't get to propose to my fiancée — or even meet her, come to that — but I've enjoyed making new surfing friends, and I've got Piglet to guard my tomatoes...'

Traditionally this is the time when W pleads to stay a few more days, but this time, to my surprise, that didn't happen. Instead, he continued:

'I'd love to spend a bit longer in Nookey, but sadly I must return to Uckfield — I have many responsibilities there, and duties to perform.'

Before heading back for a pre-bedtime drink in the bar he asked me to take a photograph of both our shadows on the cliff top park, to help him remember this poignant moment. 

As I pressed the shutter he waved his paw in the air and shouted, 'Good Night Nookey — thank you for a lovely holiday!' before we walked slowly, paw-in-hand, back to the bar...