Booking a summer holiday is one thing...

I haven’t even finished packing the camper van yet, and the holiday book pile is already looking like that dam in Derbyshire that may have burst under its own weight by the time you read this. And no, I don’t have a Kindle.

I’m talking solid breeze blocks of physical reading, chunks of the printed word gathered via charity shops, Waterstones, press offices, birthday presents, friends, bus stops – they’ve all come home with me. And now they’re all coming on holiday with me, taking up more room than the tent.