If you could go back in time, if I gave you a magic time machine, and you could go back and talk to yourself, to that arn, who's a little bit younger, who's learning, getting a bit annoyed and frustrated, what would you tell him?

You can never do it first try, but if you continue like this, you'll still get it in the future, because I know.

That is a good message for that iron, isn't it?

Yeah.

Over the Easter holidays, I had the good fortune to go away with my family for a week in the sun.

We went to Tenerife, an island of Spain off the west coast of Africa.

It was beautifully warm, and along with the War Cup of volcano, discovering a black sand beach,

watching the kids try out a new set of disco moves.

I think what my wife and I enjoyed the most was a few days of not having to do a single chore. Heaven, indeed. That said, it was a particularly special holiday for my seven-year-old

son, who was trying to do a brave new thing.

Arne's been working hard on his swimming over the past year, specialising mainly in breaststroke, but also finding time to develop

the backwards jellyfish, which is much harder than he makes it look, I can tell you.

And for this week, he was determined. I'm going to get so good, Daddy, that I can swim by myself.

You won't need to be so close to me all the time.

So for pretty much four, five hours a day, he's working at it.

Keeping a good body position in the water.

Consistent strokes, relaxed breathing, all with no floats.

Swimming mainly in the shallow pool and every now and then running up the stairs for a go on the water slide.

Another new thing for him and all part of finding new confidence.

Three days into the holiday, Arns in his rainbow animal swim trunks, learning the hotel's

house starts. I call him over and ask him if he's ready for me to test his swimming.

He nods excitedly and we slip into one of the deeper main pools.

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