Our first trip to the pool was only half an hour after we arrived at Camping du Pylon. James had been keeping track of the days, and woke up in Menton on Saturday morning, knowing this was the day we were going back to the pool where he could take his dolphin. We managed a trip to the pool every day of the holiday, except one (when we paddled at Juan les Pins), which must be a record for us. In the children's pool the boys were well within their depth, but they were also keen for a few minutes each time in the big pool, where they needed arm bands. On separate occasions each of them did forget, and jumped in the deep pool without arm bands. Our frequent trips to the pool also meant that the boys made friends with the children their. In particular, one little Irish girl (one of four sisters) was very friendly, and helped the boys round up their many inflatable toys.