They will undoubtedly dissect the War on Terror which started on September 11, 2001 and ended who knows when; they will afford themselves a chuckle at the story of how a hotelier with comedy hair very nearly became the world’s most powerful man (I remain confident America will see sense) and they will get down on their knees in thanks for the invention of the digital treasure trove that is the Internet.
There will be no trips to remote libraries in far-flung places for these historians – with a bit of luck the archives will be available to them on whatever device they have at their disposal.
Our great, great grandchildren will be able to understand what a twerk was, how the selfie was invented and how latte-drinking PR folk made up words like staycation to sell their products.
Having just returned from a very enjoyable staycation, I can confirm Cornwall is as lovely as it ever was, regardless of the fact that the act of visiting there, or anywhere in this country, now has a pointless label.
It may well be that future generations will snigger at the futility of families like mine who grabbed 15 minutes ‘sunshine’ during a break in the downpour, just so they could boast that they went to the beach.
They will know it sheeted it down for three days solid, all because I took pictures and subjected my virtual friends to a modern day slideshow.
Will my descendants look at these images of folk wearing big coats and unconvincing smiles and be amazed people holidayed anywhere other than Mars?
I hope not, I hope they too are able to enjoy the beauty of the seaside and uniqueness of our countryside and switch off from all the nonsense.
The temptations of modern life put huge strain on the important things such as family and those restrictions will only increase as technology improves.
My hope is that my descendants enjoy the joys of this wonderful country just as much as we do.