Happy one year Anniversary to this post. Wow!
“Did you know that Sussex is the most wooded county in England,” Seb says, as we drive through a wood. “That’s why I love it. I love trees.”
“Yes, you told me last time,” I say.
Once, I remember, I asked Seb when he would like to be living, if he could choose any historical period, and he’d avoided the stock answers – Ancient Rome, Tudor England – and said: “the Dark Ages. I’d like to live in a cave and wear an animal skin and hunt with a spear with my wolf and be in nature.”
Then we’re out in the fields again and all of a sudden there’s a huge thud and I’m thrown forward and the seatbelt cuts into my scars and the adrenaline is pumping as we shudder to a halt.
“You ok?” He says, touching my arm. “I’m terribly sorry, Tanya. The car in front…
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