Park Albatross is the mother of all Italian campsites. Outside of high season I imagine there is nowhere better. In August though, it’s a bit like trying to navigate Oxford Street on the last shopping weekend before Christmas. Our advice would be: don’t.

Teeming crowds and lengthy queues aside, the camp is extremely well organised and our pitch was spacious enough to create an outdoor shaded playroom for the boys which they loved. The temperatures were perfect – warm during the day and cool during the evening. Even the mosquitoes were less vicious  than the beasts we had fended off in Venice. We enjoyed swimming in the pools and listening to live music in the evenings in the main Piazza. The boys’ highlight was probably riding on the little train that periodically carried exhausted campers back to their bases around the massive site.