My elderly in-laws bought a sporting estate in Perthshire. It came complete with a majestic main house, numerous workers’ cottages, stables and other outbuildings, and a stretch of prime salmon fishing (normally let out to rude German tourists who had never before in their lives caught a single fish).

The main house was so difficult to navigate that my father-in-law had posted little notes on all the doors and along the corridors to keep everyone straight.

Given that they were now into the eighties and in declining health, I saw no advantage in this ambitious move, other than to join the general family migration north.