On the subject of “worst holiday ever”, I’m reminded of the year before last, when I faced the daunting prospect of a November weekend – not camping but visiting a camp. Auschwitz-Birkenau, that is. I maintain that would have been considerably tougher than camping.

(In the end, we didn’t go; we went the following summer, I for my work, my son and his girlfriend as teenagers wanting to learn about WWII history – it was he who asked to go, and I couldn’t very well ignore that, because how often do teenagers ask to go and see Auschwitz?)

I think Lottie and Claire will be fine camping, however much they might disagree with that assessment.