I have never touched a unicorn’s horn on a fluffy, pearl white cloud, but I have felt a horse’s long tail at Smith Fields Farm.

I have never sniffed the deadly acid from a scientists lab on a cold, dark night, but I have smelt car petrol at Shell in Preston.

I have never caressed a miniature,  magical pixie floating in the forest, but I have caught a small worm, wiggling in the dry mud at Holland House park.

I have never eaten a blueberry  pie in a miniature cottage in the Lake District, but I have tried Calamari at Pinocchio’s down the road.