When historians of the future conduct their post mortems on the early 21st century, there will be plenty to keep them busy.
They will undoubtedly dissect the War on Terror which started on September 11, 2001 and ended who knows when; they will afford themselves a chuckle when they study the story of how an over-privileged hotelier with comedy hair very nearly became the world’s most powerful man (I remain confident that America will see sense) and they will get down on their knees in thanks for the invention of the digital treasure trove that is the internet.
There will be no trips to remote libraries in far flung places for these historians – with a bit of luck the archives will be available to them on whatever device they have at their disposal, probably Google Eyeball.
Among the ubiquitous singing baby memes and those quizzes which rate how northern you may or not be, based on how many pies you eat a week, there will be plenty of resources which will provide useful evidence about how much of the planet’s population lived its life.
Our great, great, great grandchildren will be able to understand what a twerk was, how the selfie was invented and how latte drinking PR folk made up words such as staycation in order to sell their products.
Having just returned from a very enjoyable staycation, I can confirm that there is still nothing new under the sun and that Cornwall is as lovely as it ever was, regardless of the fact that the act of visiting there, or anywhere in this country, now has a pointless label.
It may well be that future generations will snigger at the futility of families like mine who grabbed 15 minutes ‘sunshine’ during a break in the downpour, just so they could boast that they went to the beach.
They will know that it sheeted it down for three days solid because every millimetre will be logged digitally and that I consumed far too much ale you can’t see through, all because I took pictures and subjected my virtual friends to a modern day slide show.
Will my descendants look at these images of folk wearing big coats and unconvincing smiles and be amazed that people holidayed anywhere other than Mars? I hope not, I hope they too are able to enjoy the beauty of the seaside and uniqueness of the British countryside and switch off from all the nonsense.
There was a time, not too long ago, when the average holidaymaker could really get away from it all but now it is very difficult to do so. Although I did make sure I could access the Wi-Fi almost immediately on my arrival at our home for the week, I did make steps to reduce my screen time during the week off.
The temptations of modern life put huge strain on the important things such as family and those restrictions will only increase as technology improves.
My hope for the future is that my descendants enjoy the joys of this wonderful country just as much as we do now.