During the early 1980s, when I was around 11, my parents took myself and my older sister for a trip out to some sort of stately home or historic house. We were on holiday in Yorkshire, and I can’t now remember exactly which house it was. To be honest, us children were more or less dragged there – it wasn’t our first choice of a day trip!
My sister Amanda (three years older than me) and I trailed behind most of the way around the house. It was also a rainy day (probably hence the choice of trip) and we were pretty bored, I must say.