Gabriel Weston: Looking out for others

It’s the annual camping trip. Every summer half term we congregate in a field with a big group of other families, pitch tents, roast a pig, and try to let go for a couple of days. Over the 10 years we’ve been doing this, the first aid pack I bring with me has grown as the medley of minor ailments and injuries I’ve had to attend to—often in the dark, with a torch—has become more elaborate. This year, however, I’ve realised that my most important piece of kit won’t go in the bag.

Last month …