One of the absolute joys of belonging to any or all of the main heritage property groups is of course to visit a selection every year. Sometimes I achieve this, but usually I miss their opening dates or just can’t be in that area at the right time. The historic houses group is a favourite of mine because they are fabulous old buildings that families still live in and call home. Most have had to make changes , sell a few of the fine art pictures, confine themselves to the draughty west wing allowing visiting public on open days to wander around the other rooms. I love seeing the wonderful furniture and take in their ancient smells. Wondering what stories these fantastic old pieces could tell us. But then I come home, whack up the cental heating and plonk myself on my very modern sofa or eat at my very modern but sturdy oak table – no draughts, but a feeling of wellbeing all the same.