He took me to Cornwall.

"Well!" he said as we unpacked our stuff in the tiny, wifi-equipped, sea-facing self-catered (thereby ticking all my boxes) flat. "What shall we do first?"

I thought for a moment, looking out of the window at the waves rolling further and further up the beach. I opened the door, my heels sinking into the sand and the sea air stinging my lips. "I think I'd like a snog on the beach," I said.

And so we did.


MindReader and the bottom


Wild hair








MindReader, looking much stockier than he is because of all the layers...


Me wearing unsuitable shoes


And unsuitable headwear


Climbing :) my thighs hurt so much the next day (and still do) but THE ROOM DIDN'T SPIN THE NEXT DAY :)


Woodland creature




The belt holding in the belly of gluten free fudge




Chasing sheep on Bodmin Moor. They did not want to be cuddled.






Out to dinner. A gluten-free success once I told them not to rub the fish in wheat flour or to use malt vinegar. And then they poured croutons all over my meal.


This morning




In a lovely pub