Ah, the transformation is complete - I’ve slowly turned into an obsessive outdoor gear junkie, when I carefully weigh every item before packing my bags, jealously recording every ounce in an effort to carry a lighter load.

And the perfect tool to help me? My dear mum’s cooking scale, bought in Wales in 1972 and brought back to Canada. Still working happily after all these years (although I’ve lost the matching plastic bowl). I’m not sure if the manufacturer’s would have envisioned this use for the scale back in the days of Gary Glitter and self-rising flour, but it does the trick for me.