We were on holiday in Scotland in the early 1990s and it was a typical Scottish summer’s day – in other words, cold, damp and sleeting down with rain! With a 12-year-old boy to entertain on such a day, it’s perhaps no surprise that the choices for such were pretty limited.
It was the landlady of the bed and breakfast where we were staying who suggested a visit to Inverary Jail. It didn’t sound that exciting to me – more like a load of boring history lessons – but our host assured my parents: “I think your boy would love it.”