I once had to represent the interests of someone who resided in a huge mental hospital called Fairfield, a misnomer if ever there was one, situated in Arlesey, the site is now a housing development. I visited the hospital and from the outside it looked as if one had returned to Dickensian times. The staff there appeared to be kind and caring but the inside was also dismal with pale green walls and locked doors everywhere. The whole place seemed so very sad. So, I have not very happy memories of Arlesey and every time I drive past the turning to it on the A1 I think of that hospital visit which was about 3O years ago and I give thanks that my own life has not experienced such sadness.