When you were a child did you play on building sites, climb trees and jump off. That nervous excitement at falling and that life affirming jolt as your feet hit the ground? It made me smile to see the kids (and dogs) on the building site running amok, making ghastly potions for each other out of barbecue sauce and Tabasco and climbing and dreaming.

From what you hear that kind of play is dead, or at least frowned upon with all these identical blue and red playground with tanbark and monkey bars lowered year after year at the whisper of danger. I saw it happen while I was at Primary School the exciting timber castle replaced with shiny and slick and same same.

But, there are some big kids at heart out there letting kids run wild, what a relief everyone hadn’t lost their sense of fun.