Jessica Smith

As a fairly seasoned traveller, I always believed that I was above jet lag. As long as I wasn’t continually checking the local time of my previous location, or whingeing about what hour of the night my body clock was on, I was fine. I was flexible. I could time travel like an absolute boss.

If you’re new to camping, the idea of setting up a pile of fabric and poles in the middle of nowhere might be enough to put you off the whole idea.