The Peak Way - My fastest known time attempt

Part Two

I’m unexpectedly writing this from a villa in Lanzarote, thanks to the incredible generosity of another widow. I’m on an online community for young widows (apparently, at the tender age of 44, I still count as young), and a woman posted on Saturday that she’d booked a holiday but was unable to go at the last minute, and would another widow like it for free? I was just about to finish up a work project, and had kept the upcoming week relatively free to hang out with the kids, and I realised that there were still available places on flights - and I keep suitcases (or ‘go bags’) permanently packed, so that we can go on impromptu camping weekends with little fuss - so I took her up on her amazing offer. A week of doing very little by a pool is exactly what we all needed, and I am very very grateful. I had literally just said to my therapist, a couple of days earlier, that all the sudden, unexpected occurrences in my life are dreadful things, and that all the good events are the result of …