Here we are! This is my father aged 29, working on the house my parents have recently bought, having moved from the suburbs north of London to a quiet, spacious Wiltshire village. It’s good to see him looking so fit and well. Next to dad is Peter and I’m at the front, aged 2. And there’s Pixie the cat, later to be killed by the hounds of the hunt. And there’s Peter’s tricycle. And what I’m guessing is a stone for getting on a horse. This was the good life, growing up in Broughton Gifford. I still wear T-shirts like this one.