But then I glanced up and saw these

on the top of a wardrobe in my bedroom.
The smallest topmost suitcase contains a selection of vintage lacey loveliness passed down over a few generations through my family.
The largest bottom-most (bottom-est? hmmm what is the opposite to topmost?) suitcase contains personal memorabilia

including my wedding dress and veil, the bridesmaid's dress I wore at my sister's wedding, a family christening gown, a collection of letters and cards going back nearly 30 years including love letters, poetry - some written by me and some written for me long ago, cards sent when our daughter was born .... ahhh, I nearly lost myself in a voyage of re-discovery when I opened this to take a photo.
The middle-most suitcase contains a couple of very prosaic spare pillows.
I love having these old cases for storage but blimey, they don't half weigh a ton even when empty.
I wouldn't mind doing a Victorian grand tour of some kind but rather than one of these suitcases I'd sooner take my loud red lightweight expandable suitcase which has lots of handy pockets

and especially wheels.