Experimenting with a spot of positive thinking. This is going to be a post of two halves. First half, the pre-camping post. Second half, the post post. First half, brimming with positivity. Second half, well. Heavy rain and gale force winds are forecast. Travel during the first weekend of the summer holidays. Let’s see how…

I’ve spent quite a bit of time with family recently. It’s a busy time of year for birthdays, anniversaries and rained-off BBQs. And I’ve noticed, amongst all the pleasantries (you know, in that bit when you’ve just arrived, before everyone enters that weird timewarp where grown adults suddenly mutate into moody teenagers and find it…

I’m a rubbish swimmer. I mean, really rubbish. My version of breast stroke is probably closest in style to a semi-paralysed frog. And attempting front crawl generally results in well-meaning passers by offering assistance. Which, on occasion, I’ve been known to accept. I’ve just had a little holiday – four days in France – and…