I was away for the weekend staying in Lavenham in Suffolk, which has to be the most crooked town I’ve ever spent the night in.

Leave a glass of water on the bedside table and by morning it’s gone, not stolen but spilt on the floor.

Put a suitcase by the door and it moves across the room of its own free will. Every single building is wonky.

Builders and decorators don’t need spirit levels or plumb lines here, no point, there’s nothing that’s remotely on the level.

The Old King’s School Shop in Canterbury is pretty upright in comparison to some of the places there.

The reason, is that nearly all the buildings there date back to the 15th century when this was one of the richest towns in the country being the centre of the wool trade and remains largely intact.

It’s incredible though how many buildings in that part of Suffolk are from the same period and have somehow managed to survive the ravages of time.

What is also incredible is that I had unknowingly returned to the place of my family’s roots.

Mower, or so I thought, is fairly uncommon so when we booked in to the hotel the manager gave me a bit of an odd look when he asked my name.

“But you’re not from around here are you?”

“No, Whitstable, why?”

“Because that’s my girlfriend’s surname and this area is full of Mowers.”

When I got home I checked out the family tree which somebody had kindly done for me and I had chucked in a drawer about three years previous barely giving it a glance. It was then that I discovered that I had booked a weekend’s stay in the very town where then originator of this Mower line had been born! Spooky or what?

I’m back on the straight and level and will be tricking and treating you to some spooky tales this week on the kmfm breakfast show on 106FM every weekday morning from 7-11am.