We’d always fancied a trip to the tool factory and here we were! There were rows and rows of saws, hammers, lathes and the like, all neatly lined up for us to inspect.

K was on the same tour as us, enjoying herself immensely. We weren’t sure whether this was because she had made herself the centre of attention by flirting with the staff, or was more to do with the half bottle of cheap white wine that she had polished off before breakfast.