We are now in an era of true nostalgia. It was only the other day that I was reading in a magazine how this autumn we should all be embracing the 1960s look.

Then, after sorting through our CD collection (I know, we just can’t throw them away), Michael and I had an in-depth conversation about how music just is not the same.

We can all remember the hits of Michael Jackson, Queen or even the Spice Girls, but music now, although great, tends to be forgotten.

When my gran used to talk to me when I was little she would often tell me about “the good old days” – and here I am doing the same.

Now, do not get me wrong, I am still young and love a good time, but I have found myself thinking that maybe life and attitudes have changed as we live in a world obsessed by consumerism.

So, in our state of nostalgia, this week I carted the family off to the London Bus Museum, that, handily for us, is up the A3 in Weybridge.

Once again, a little local gem that some may not know about. I used to love jumping on and off buses and have the bus conductor come round and take my fare.

I have often wondered what happened to all our old buses, but here was a place that is preserving our historical and engineering heritage and my children could enjoy it.

They loved it and we even got to ride on one of the buses, receiving an old ticket from the conductor, that I have kept.

While on the bus there was a lovely old gentleman who could not resist joining our conversation about how things used to be.

Cars were built to last, homes were solidly built and people took pride in their heritage.

We bought a family pass so we can go back whenever we want, especially as the little ones love old cars and buses for some reason.

So here’s to the past, and also the future, and here’s hoping we will continue to take pride and care in everything we do.