Mrs Bugg’s pack looks suspiciously like the one I carried when we hiked up the mountain above Idyllwild to camp for a long weekend: I had a huge wooden spoon sticking out of my pack, the handle of a camp saucepan looped through it, because the saucepan itself wouldn’t fit in the pack. It was ridiculous and hilarious.

My boots were not nearly as cute as Mrs Bugg’s, though.