OIn just one weekend in July last year, a record number of two million Britons left UK airports. We have spread all over the world, a swarm of happy summer vacationers looking for fun. We assaulted the Maldives, we sailed to Antarctica, we joined the queues at the top of Mount Everest, we went on excursions to Paris for lunch.
This year, pleasure is waiting. Millions more Britons could be reduced to spending their July weekends browsing the websites of Clacton-on-Sea caravan parks, praying for a vacancy.
The industries that have grown to fuel our dreams of distant places are running on empty. Any Briton brave enough to travel abroad this summer would face two weeks of quarantine upon return. The only thing that spreads