So this blog links in with travel how? Well I went to London, which for me is always a thriller. And there I was pottering around the Tate Modern looking at some wares from the world’s best drawers and painters. I was focussing on the little details of everything, the little sculptures, pictures of stuff that makes no sense – and then I walked into a completely different room.

It was a large, high-ceilinged room with just a table and 4 chairs in it. But they weren’t normal size; each chair was about twice the height of a standard human. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked in – maybe they made sure it would be a total surprise to visitors? But as soon as I stood there gazing up at these huge pieces of wooden furniture I was reminded of being a kid again. This must have directly triggered memories of staring up at the kitchen table when I was a nipper.

After a while the effect wore off, but I highly recommend going along to see it. They were really well made too, which added to the feeling that they were real.

There was something very therapeutic about this idea, and I think there should be a whole theme park dedicated to making you feel small. I guess some people might be freaked out by being made to feel so small, but I loved it.