Oliver was in Fishguard today, on duty in the Leisure Centre.He's doing extra shifts this week to pay for theholidayin Rhodes that he and Hannah are having.

Harry has worked on Newport Beach, Poppit and Whitesands recently and he's in Broad Haven tomorrow.The RNLI lifeguards are goingto Biarritzfor a surfing holiday during the first week of September.

'So I'll be off,' saysHarry.

My daughter stares at him. 'Coleg Sir Gar startsthe first week of September, and you're not missingthe start of term'.

Looking slightlymiffed but not beaten by any means,Harry disappears upstairs, to find thestill, quiet centre of his soul, I think, or at least to exchange a few words with Oliver.

A few minutes laterit's all sorted. Harry's driving and they're goingtoBiarritz during the last week of August. It doesn't matter that they've never drivenfurther than Cardiff before.

'All you have to do is follow the map. Ollie will be the navigator.'

'Ten minutes in the car and Oliver drops off', my daughter points out.

'We can put a sat nav in, just in case, but he won't', Harry decides. His tone is that of one who will broach no further discussions on the subject.

'Where will youstay?'

'There are loadsof places to stay out there', he says airily, waving his arm in a large arc, to describe the vast number of lodgings he imagines.

And there's a twist to the tale. They'retaking a friend who is in a wheelchair, recovering from anaccident.

'Where's the wheelchair going?' Emma wonders.

Patiently, as though speaking to someone who just doesn't 'get it', Harry says slowly, 'In the boot'.

My daughter turns to me and says, 'In the boot of the Clio'.

Harry turns to me. 'What's wrong with that?'

'What about luggage?'

I should have known, they won't be needing any.And they're taking another friend as well, to see to the patient. All in the Clio. A bit like 'Ten in a bed'.