Not so much childhood as a teenage memory, I spent a week at a time three summers running sailing in the Firth of Clyde with a load of friends and a retired navy commander.

Essentially it boiled down to us sailing between all the distilleries and him doing the cooking Always fabulous trips, the weather always seemed to be perfect for the Burnt Islands and Kyles of Bute which remain in my memory of some of the most beautiful places to moor up of a night.