About 15 years ago myself and 2 friends set off towards Italy in a clapped out green VW Golf Cabriolet armed with a tent and a  guide to the restaurants of Tuscany in German (none of us speak a work of German). The plan was to drive around and eat in as many good restaurants as possible.

Very early on in the journey we decided that it would make perfect sense to camp wild instead of paying good restaurant money to pitch our tents in dreadful crowded camping sites full of braying couples from Surrey. This was absolutely the correct decision, and has since become a thing that we do.

We ate spectacular food, drank vast quantities of the finest DOCGs and were pissed most of the time. It was a fantastic formula; one which has been repeated many times since, and which is called, delightfully, a Drink Driving Holiday.