Do not bring husband or children: my rules for the best holiday ever

Do not bring husband or children: my rules for the best holiday ever

Ah, August! The very worst month of the year, with its sunshine, its heat, its hotness, its vile, vile heat, sun and heated sun beating down stupidly hotly all the hot time. Especially if you live in England, which is historically a place of sensible weather, ranging from freezing to “Oo, if it’s like this tomorrow I may not take a coat!” and therefore in no way designed to cope with the heatwaves of today.King Arthur and his knights emerge out …