Good grief, have we got a high street for you, or as it popped into my head: "Firth Alley". Yes, that's right, chaps. I have asked your friend and mine, Blue Firth, writer for Tat and maker of beautiful things at Dohm Ceramics, to ponder what would find itself on her stretch of land. As with everything she does, she did not disappoint. She, my glorious bunch, is a person of heart, which is clearly exemplified with these

Twice yearly a gathering occurs. It inhabits two sports halls on the outskirts of Coventry, or Leamington, depending on which direction you approach from. I have been each year in spring for three years now, and an ear-worm from my childhood wiggles its way into my brain as I pull into a meadow car park. Cue the Toys R’ Us jingle. I don’t quite know why, as this adventure has nothing to do with toys. But it has everything to do with the purity of discovery, magic, fantasy and history.

By God, she’s done it again. Blue Firth, long-time contributor to Tat London, has a knack for bringing to the surface things that should be so firmly under my nose that I always feel faintly embarrassed not to have known them already, and yet entirely grateful for the introduction. After her essential primer on the work of Lucinda Lambton, she has now made the imperative connection to one of the greatest television presenters of all time, Jonathan Meades.