I was in a cafe recently when I observed a rare sight. So rare, I almost expected David Attenborough to pop out of somewhere with a camera crew to document it, because in the corner of the room sat a mother, father and their little girl, all reading while enjoying their Saturday morning scrambled eggs and pancakes. And when I say reading, I do mean actual books and a newspaper; not scrolling away on a phone or an iPad.

Occasionally, the daughter would ask her dad or mom to explain the meaning of a word she had not come across before, but other than that, they all sat in the most comfortable, companionable silence, completely engrossed. It was so lovely to see, and as a self-confessed phone addict, I’m trying to take a leaf out of their book this summer; literally.