Before Alton Towers, before EuroDisney, there was the granddaddy of all theme parks, Wicksteed Park. Or, to give it its official title, Wicksteed Park Just Off the A14 Near Kettering. School coach trips would be organised from several miles around to ferry expectant kids to this Northamptonshire fun palace, wherein they could spend a merry day on: a playground (just like any other playground, but a bit bigger); a big dipper which dipped all of twice on the way round; a model steam train which chuffed round the grounds as sedately as you might expect, and a boating lake which was out of bounds. On the plus side, most of the stuff was free once you were in the place, and the epic queueing associated with modern day theme parks was unheard of. On the minus side, you were stuck there until the bus went back home.