I’ve just finished reading my 77th book of the year, I’m still hoping to reach my target of reading 100 books in 2022. Some of the books have been completely unrealistic, some have made me feel pretty bad about myself, a lot have confirmed to me that I’m not very brave and adventurous.

I think the last time I camped was in the Girl Guides, one night squashed in a tent with loads of other people who also seemed to hate camping was enough for me. I did spend some time researching tents at the start of the summer but reminded myself I wasn’t brave enough to go camping on my own and that any camping related purchases would be a waste of money.