This week, with CHARLES BOWMAN, 37, managing director of the Inn at Whitewell.

MEMORY: My fourth birthday, because I got a toy horsebox with a brown horse inside, which was liked by everyone but me. I've never been very keen on horses!

HOME: The Courthouse at Bolton-by-Bowland, where the sun shines forever. Or, at least, you always think when you were young the sun shone every day.

HOLIDAY: Wales, when I was very young. We went there on holiday a lot. I think I spent the whole two weeks knocking limpets off the rocks. That was high entertainment at the time.

SCHOOL: Bolton-by- Bowland primary school. I loved it. They did a lot of dressing up, which I really enjoyed. Actually, I still do!

RECORD: I can't really remember. It was either The Specials' Ghost Town, or The Corgis' Pretty As a Peach. The Corgis were one-hit wonders -- I think I was the only one who bought their record. I got it in Clitheroe -- the record capital of the world!

CAR: It was a green Mini Moke. I've only just sent it to the great scrapheap in the sky. It was given to me when I was 15, but it eventually died four years ago. It was a super car, but it didn't have a roof. It was like a convertible without the roof to convert it back. You could say it was fully converted! It was very invigorating to drive when it rained. I had a bucket in there to bail out. It shocked people sometimes when I braked and this tidal wave of muddy water came out from under the chair, filling their shoes. You could always tell if a girl liked you, if she actually got in!

JOB: Jackarooing, or sheep-chasing, in Australia. I went out there when I was 18 for eight months. I loved it!