3.30am start to get the train to France. So begins our summer holiday in Italy. A night in Switzerland,  a few days by lake Maggiore followed by a few nights near Florence then who knows.

Less than an hour into the first day and Joe announces he has a wobbly tooth, about five times, there is a sinking feeling that this may be a long journey.

As it goes the journey to our first campsite is pretty effortless punctuated by a proper briffa macaroni pie lunch that Siobhan appears to have truly nailed, nonna would have been silently proud.

The first campsite was not like it’s website, they seem to have missed the motorway running through it but it’s just one night and it sits on a lovely lake where a swim was truly enjoyed.