The first time I lived away from home was in October and November 1985, when I spent two months of my gap year working on an archaeological site near Raunds in Northamptonshire. The conditions were rather basic and we “volunteers” were accommodated in a large vacant house behind the Methodist church, which I am fairly sure had previously been the residence of the Methodist minister. Thirty years earlier, the Methodist minister had been one Dr Paradine Frost, whose son David played cricket for the local club before going on to greater things. I may well have inherited his bedroom.