Digested week: As wildfires rage, should I buy a helicopter or marry a guy with a bunker?

Plus, train toilet roulette, an astonishingly stoic hiker and the tradwife paradox

As I read the headlines about Europe on fire, and imagine – or is it true? – that I can smell the smoke from the Suffolk wildfire that is currently encroaching on a nuclear power facility a county away from me, I gotta tell you – I’m remembering the wisdom of a friend who told me years ago that she wasn’t aiming to buy a house but a helicopter. “Because,” said Sarah, gesturing around us, “it’s going to be no good trying to get across flood waters or dusty plains or great drifts of virus-ridden corpses. You’re going to need to go up.”