ack in midwinter, I went looking for the type of holiday I didn’t really want. It would be my first as a single person for 37 years following the death of my partner in April last year and was freighted with negatives. There were to be no echoes of places Tony and I had enjoyed together down the years. Nor any we’d talked of exploring. Ideally, it would be something undemanding, and I’d set off reassured that he would have been bored stiff.
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