I slowly turn my head to see a lime-green car descending in front of the centre! It’s so green it hurts my eyes, but I can’t stop them staring in amazement. I’ve always been car blind; most cars look the same to me, but this is definitely a supercar. I never saw a flying car before, and certainly not a flying supercar. Big Ben lets go of my hand and starts shouting in noises rather than words, he’s so excited. Big Ben can imitate different supercar noises brilliantly. His best impersonation is the Lamborghini Asterion but it’s always so loud I put my hands over my ears. Now, I want to move my head to see what he’s doing but if I move my head I’ll vomit so I stay still. Mrs C Eckler squeezes my hand.

‘Elle, are you OK?’

I’m scared to shake my head so I don’t do or say anything. She squeezes my hand.

‘Well done, everyone. That went smoothly. We’ve arrived at the centre. Stop linking hands now but remain seated. Heston,’ that’s her husband, ‘keep an eye on Ben.’

I can hear Big Ben whooping in the background. He’s not just happy, he’s ecstatic. I feel like I’m going to die of nausea but very, very slowly turn my head in his direction. The lime-green supercar has parked in front of the main entrance. Big Ben is running up and down, whooping and flapping his hands. It’s obviously a very special car. The driver’s door opens but I don’t see who gets out because, without warning, at that exact moment, I projectile vomit all over my suitcase.

‘Whatisitwhatisitwhatisitwhatisit?’

Big Ben’s doing chanting and running around like an aeroplane. We’re in The Beanstalk having breakfast. I stare at the huge green beanstalk in the middle of the room. It has grooves on it, like the bamboo, so that you can climb up if you want to. Jake’s hanging off one of the top tendrils. Season, who runs the café, sees me put my hand over my mouth. I’m scared he’ll fall.

‘Don’t worry,’ she says. ‘The floor’s designed for spills and falls.’

There’s only the six of us; no one else has arrived yet. Everything starts at 9 a.m. I’ve only just come in. I sat outside for half an hour and Season gave me a clear sweet to suck after I vomited.

‘You’ll be right as rain soon,’ she said in a Scottish accent I didn’t notice in the film, and she is fatter than I remembered. Why do people say right as rain? I hate rain, so how can it be right?