The rooms on the second floor of the cliff house were furnished in the same fashion of my childhood home and I was keen to show them to the students. However, the curator would not let us enter. Students were restricted to the first floor of the building only. We all wandered back outside again, disappointed.

A sight far more spectacular than a collection of old furniture and pictures awaited us there. From our vantage point on the cliff edge we observed a fleet of enormous war ships heading northwards. Each carried a precious and exotic cargo on deck: hundreds of huge, wild, howling dinosaurs.

The direction of the ships indicated that their final destination was New York. We could see the sky scrapers just visible through the grey in the far distance, and the first dinosaurs arriving in port. Were they expected in town, I wondered?