Throughout the journey Wilson constantly criticised both King Arthur's and Merlin's living arrangements.
'How poor Queen Guinevere coped with living in that ruin I can't begin to imagine! I'm only surprised she didn't leave HRH Arthur and take up with somebody with a bit more ambition!' and so on. I have to admit I rather tuned out.
He was in the middle of a tirade against Merlin for not helping out more when suddenly he stopped, mid-sentence, shouting, 'Stop the Car! New Dad, Stop The Car!'
I'm quite used to this by now, so instead of performing an Emergency Stop in the middle of the road I drew into a parking bay.
Wilson jumped out of the car and ran into a toy shop we'd just passed, calling back to me that he had to buy a souvenir of the holiday.
By the time I'd locked the car and followed him inside, he was trying to decide between many cute animals — monkeys, giraffes, hedgehogs and hippos — when he spied a rack of piglets.
'This little guy,' he announced as he took one off the shelf, 'is EXACTLY who I need to guard my Tomato Farm back in Uckfield!'
Coinage was exchanged with the shopkeeper and the piglet, currently called 'Piglet' was proudly carried back to the car.
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