You can never go back, so they say. But what if you could? Zip back in time, I mean, to those rose-tinted days of childhood, waiting for the coach to pull up at the school gates and whisk you away to somewhere infinitely more interesting than the classroom. This was the inspiration for the way I spent my weekends during this unpredictable year of Covid. Without the stimulus of foreign travel, I mapped out instead an autobiographical safari of my Suffolk schooldays, revisiting locations from old school trips, as a test of how much the world had changed, and how time had changed me. With the return of overnight school trips from May 17, children across the country are resuming their own adventures, including my own tiny terrors. Like family holidays and birthdays, school trips are one of those things that ends up etched into the consciousness. I can’t remember most of the thousands of hours I spent in the classroom at school in Ipswich, but I can remember exactly what I had in my packed lunch on the day class 4B took the coach to Sutton Hoo.