We holidayed in a white zone. No internet, no calls, no messages. Nothing.

Places, where there is no mobile signal, are called white zones. No internet, no calls, no messages. Nothing. The kind of zone where the older brother in Better Call Saul could safely take off his tinfoil lined suit. White zones are perfect for those with electromagnetic hypersensitivity syndrome, although the litigation juries are still out as to whether this really exists; such zones are also perfect for those suffering from Brexit.

With this is mind, I take my family and head for the hills. To a corner of the French Pyranees where another family, fresh from inner city London, have permanently decamped to a zone so white that the only way to communicate is via a landline shared with their only neighbours. Down the mountain track lives a woman who has electromagnetic sensitivity, and moved here to get away from phone signal — an actual WiFi refugee.