Handing down beloved books to your children is one of the best things about being a parent. And so like countless others raised on Willy Wonka’s golden ticket and the BFG’s jars of dreams, I was thrilled to relive the Roald Dahl books with my son.
On bored, rainy afternoons we copied George’s Marvellous Medicine by mixing potions. We made the pilgrimage to the Dahl museum in the English county of Buckinghamshire, with its magical recreation of
