I’m not very good at UK holidays. I don’t have a car, any wet-weather gear and absolutely no suitable footwear. My last “staycation”, pre-Covid in the Lake District, was spent walking up and down the pavement around Windermere while horrified hotel staff digested the fact I’d arrived at the beauty spot with only Converse trainers. As things stand, with a slim green list and much bickering up and down Whitehall about whether or not we should be...