Middle-aged flash packers

It’s been a pretty awful few months for dear old Blighty.

Three terrorist attacks, a terrible fire and a snap general election that has left us rudderless. The media seem determined to whip up hysteria and unrest over every event and it’s difficult to shake a feeling of impending doom. 

It’s got to the point that I want to throw something heavy at the tv every time the news comes on.

For the sake of the television I think it’s time to destress, so we’re heading to the wilds of Italy for a few weeks to walk, relax and regain some positivity.

I am very much aware that there are people who will never now have this opportunity – my thoughts are with them.