The boys were keenly looking for a volcano but I did try and tell them this was not the film location, but a place pronounced ‘Mowannia’ instead. We said goodbye to Grandad as he started his long journey home and went cycling round the seafront. For a slightly neglected looking town, it had the greatest density of playgrounds (always one of three things we look for on any map of the town namely; a chandler, supermarket and playground) and we merrily cycled from one to another all along the seafront on a great cycling path much to the boys delight.