In the summer of 2017, during those fleeting months of bliss between finishing sixth form and starting university, I made the questionable decision to spend all my Saturday job savings on a boozy (and disastrous) week in Ayia Napa. As well as it being a total car crash, it also meant I missed out on the British rite of passage: the post-A Level summer interrail trip.
I had, for a long time, consigned this to the scrap heap of teenage regrets. Until, feeling shamefaced about my carbon footprint while planning my summer annual leave last year, the idea returned. There is, after all, no statute of limitations on an interrail pass.
