M y first idea had been a family RV holiday. After my son’s GCSEs we would do something really wild and take him and his 14-year-old brother deep into the forests of Canada, miles from civilisation, casting our phones away in exchange for hiking boots and playing cards. Then my husband reminded me that we are rubbish at wilderness.
On the only RV trip we have attempted, in Sweden, the boys spent the whole time playing Minecraft on their iPads and when my husband tried to empty the chemical toilet he sloshed its contents all over himself in front of some appalled motorhomes on the pitch next to us. Then, when we tried camping “wild”, it took us an hour to light a smoky, hopeless fire and I spent a sleepless night convinced we were going to be set upon by a serial killer hiding in the woods..