Surfing - Day II promised, as sequels tend to, to feature the same characters, to have a derivative storyline and to draw down on the audience's goodwill rather than build on it.

And, today was about to deliver on that promise entirely, or so it seemed.

Sequels also rend to dump the unpopular characters; fortunately this proved to include the Germans (one may assume because you can't get up early to put your beach towel on a surfboard) and the two scowlier (yes, not a word, but I like it) of the three Russians.

And there's an unlikely developing character. David, the 10-year old who eats more than an international prop forward, is improving rapidly in response to a little encouragement from Yours truly. The armchair psychologist might put this down to the lack of a father figure (daddy, it transpires, did a runner with an eastern European lady sporting an upgraded chest). So, a few "well done"s have edged him down from 90% to 10% stereotypical mouth breathing pre-teen. His mum was stunned. Amazing what you pick up from watching Supernanny.

Then, the Americans invaded. I've not really spoken with them properly yet, but there's potential for fun there on Day Three.

Whilst I am getting less bad at surfing, the learning process is bashing the hell out if my finely honed, office-worker physique. Back, knees and feet are respectively painful, bruised and lacerated.

Won't stop me coming back for a second.