Have you noticed how other people want to “go somewhere”, “do something”, every summer? And have you noticed how they want you to tell them where to “go somewhere” and “do something”, every summer? Then, as if to skim the froth off the gathering puddle of bile about your immotile ankles, she of the hand-creamed hands, white sneakers-no socks and peach shorts, insists on an “offbeat”, “off-the-grid” holiday. Preferably, with a strong 4G network and no leeches, thankyouplease.