BEAULIEU MOTOR MUSEUM

Upon entering the grounds of the National Motor Museum, the first thing we did was take a trip on the Monorail, so we could get an overview of what was there.

As the little train appeared, high above the ground on its single, narrow track, Wilson grew apprehensive.
'You know what, New Dad,' he asked me, 'In the past I've always thought TWO was the ideal number of rails for a train – you know, just so it doesn't tip over and plunge to the ground, killing all its young and innocent passengers…'

However, when he saw all the happy travellers smiling and laughing as they disembarked (and he had cross-examined an attendant as to its safety record) he finally consented to ride with me.

The trip gave us an ideal opportunity to see all the attractions and to plan where we wanted to go first.

WE'RE BACK

While the hotel Wi-Fi was down, Wilson refused to go out anywhere – he said it would be unfair of him to be enjoying himself when you, his loyal friends, couldn't share his adventures with him.

So he passed the time in the Bar, chatting with the barman and inventing new Gin-based cocktails…

Now that Wi-Fi is restored, though, we are back on track: tomorrow I shall take Wilson to the National Motor Museum at Beaulieu – I think he'll like it there!