As children, such trips felt like boring chores. Our poor parents would have to put up with bratty tantrums as they dragged us out. But looking back, it wasn’t all bad, and that was mostly because of the ice cream van, whose nostalgic chimes would get all the neighbourhood children running out of their houses, and which would offer sweet treats as welcome consolation on long, tedious, wet walks. A favourite of ours was the ice cream sandwich. It was revolutionary — a complete game changer — and it would always put us in a good mood.