When I was at school in the 1990s, I knew some people from Worcester who hated their hometown with a passion – had horror stories about bullets whizzing around their backyard laundry lines and so on. I had mostly been through there thanks to Peter Pan (and that is one bus station I hope I never have to visit again).

Now it’s been a while, and some of my old college friends have bought lovely houses in town, and tell me the town is experiencing a resurgence. I want to give the place the benefit of the doubt, but we’ll still be checking it out in daylight first.