Another holiday, another holiday cottage. I’m not going to say much about it except that there are two sorts of holiday cottage owners: those who wish to be good hosts, and those who wish to extract the maximum amount of money. This one was the latter. ‘Nuff said.

We went to Northumberland specifically so I could see the place where the sycamore tree in the (previously) aptly named Sycamore Gap used to be. (If you want to know more about that, check out my other post.) Fortunately, my wife, w...