‘Um, actually, we’re not going to drink tonight,’ I say.

Miles laughs. ‘Very funny, you had me going there for a second.’

‘No, I mean it. Things have changed,’ I say, looking at Douglas.

‘It’s OK, Edie. I’ve got to get used to telling everyone. In brief, I got arrested, pretty sure I’m bordering on being an alcoholic and my wife left me and she won’t let me see my daughter.’

‘What?’ screams Soph.

I wrinkle my face up. ‘Oh, we forgot to mention that part.’ She turns to him, her eyes wide and mouth open.

‘How could you forget that?’

She wraps him up in another hug, squeezing him tight.

Miles gently puts the bottle back in his bag and I feel bad that’s now happened twice. I’m worried how he’s going to react but he seems to take it all in his stride and pulls out a plate wrapped in silver foil. ‘How about a cheese platter instead?’

Everyone stares for a moment as he unveils the platter full of different varieties of cheese with crackers and grapes around the outside.

‘I thought most people like cheese.’ He turns to me and looks worried. ‘Or don’t tell me, someone’s lactose intolerant?’

‘A cheese platter is perfect.’ I walk over and rub his shoulder and he relaxes.

‘I could go for some of that,’ says Brett.

Miles cheers up. ‘Hang on, I’ve got some chutney.’

‘What else have you got in the bag, Mary Poppins?’ Soph laughs as she swoops in for some crackers. Even Alfie is trying to wriggle out of my arms to get in on the action.

Who knew all we needed to cut the tension of a potentially awkward afternoon was a cheese knife?

We’d originally planned to go for dinner at the fancy campsite restaurant and end the night at the campsite disco, but with us all steering clear of alcohol we had a change of plan.

The clearing might look neat around the edges, but it was still the same campfire area we knew and loved.

Soph comes and sits down beside me on the blanket. We’re sat just next to the designated campfire area, despite the fact that it’s too warm and too bright still in the evening to light it.

‘Oh, this is just like old times. Well, I mean some things have changed, obviously,’ she says, rocking Alfie in his pram with her foot, ‘but it’s nice to be back here, isn’t it?’

‘Yeah, it really is. We used to hang out on this field a lot,’ I say for Miles’s benefit. I’m doing as much as I can not to make him feel left out. ‘We’d host parties down here and even play a game of midnight frisbee or two.’

‘Midnight frisbee?’