The next few weeks that followed our island encounter were a maelstrom of mixed emotions. Whilst Mr H went into full research mode I, on the other hand, found the encounter had stirred some feelings I’d suppressed for years.

Like all good stories, it started with a kiss. Well, maybe not quite but it’s a good place to start. We’re in Fuerteventura, a darkened hotel disco and a woman we met that very day is pushing my wife against the wall…