Now I can remember, now I can remember

January 2005. Sovereign Hill, Ballarat. I had been explaining to the boys before we entered that this was a place where everything was Back in Time, where there would be no cars or televisions. After three or four hours of wandering around in 35 degree heat amidst dust, crowds of people and the smell of several tons of horse poo (and generally having a great time of it), Carl made me suffer a momentary double-take when he said "Daddy, when can we go back to the future?"