Reading the words “extreme day trip” conjures, for me, the vision of an adrenaline-fuelled excursion somewhere in the UK. You know: skydiving in St Andrew’s, say, or bungee-jumping in Bangor; coasteering in Cornwall or paragliding in the Peak District.
It turns out I’m woefully behind the times. The term refers to the latest heinous holiday concept – one that I’m convinced may be the single worst trend to ever grace the world of travel. The idea is simple, albeit horrifying: travellers fly to a destination, tick off a jam-packed list of activities, and fly back again, all within the space of a day.
