We pull up to the entrance to National Trust, Petworth House and we’re given a shrug and an embarrassed smile by a man in a hi-vis vest. It’s Mother’s Day, the weather is glorious, and the car park is already full. Darren sees a potential spot on the other side of the green, so we park there. He does his bit to camera and I faff.
We have to queue to enter, and I question the wisdom of having just one small hut for all incoming and outgoing traffic. Especially since half the people are also renewing their National Trust membership and receiving the same enthusiastic and unhurried welcome speech that I received when I signed up. It’s in the tens of minutes.