When I was seven we moved to ‘Gasometer Cottage’, Broadstairs, a strange name for a farmhouse in the middle of 50 acres of orchards in the Kent countryside. The apparent misnomer was soon explained when we saw a vast gasometer next to our new home. It consisted of a large supporting structure, with the gas container surrounded by a foot of stagnant water. This was some 20-30ft deep, with the container rising to a dome in the middle. The gasometer had never been used, and as we had no gas or electricity in the house it seemed a strange place to find one, but apparently the railway had been expected to run close by, making it easy for the transportation of coal. Being snobs, we quickly changed the name to ‘Orchard House’… considerably more refined we thought.