We’re driving through the west of England on wide open roads in brilliant sunshine, taking my son back to university for the start of the term. The new small car, with the back seats folded flat, is like a Tardis for the amount of student luggage it can fit in. A TV, Playstation, laptop, printer, speakers, clothes, bedding, but not much pertinent to the study of physics. Just a few large books and one ream of copier paper are tucked down the side of the boxes.
“Have you even got some pens, some ring-binders, a calculator?” I hassle him as we drive across Salisbury Plain and the sun shines down on Stonehenge, while we scan the horizon for somewhere to stop for an All Day Big Fry-Up Veggie Breakfast.