I suppose, when I arrived here, never mind that it’s hard to keep track of the date when you’re on holiday, I just put all thoughts of celebrating out of my mind. Even when things turned around for me and I started enjoying myself, I suppose I just… forgot to let my birthday back in.

I was already blown away by the gesture, before I knew what it was. None of this would be happening without Ali, Marty and Freddie, and I can’t thank them enough for making an effort to make my birthday special. I’m sure that, in context, my first birthday with my new husband on my honeymoon would have been hard to top, but this… this is something else.

As soon as we were all dressed in our best (and I’d had my birthday FaceTime call with my family back home), carts arrived to drive us down to the dock, where we boarded a small private boat. I had no idea where we were going, which only added to the excitement. I asked if we were going back to the mainland or to visit Capri, but my friends just smiled at me, refusing to ruin the surprise in the last moments leading up to it.

You’d think I might be disappointed, when the boat didn’t actually take us away from the island at all. Instead it simply transported us to the other side, but it was nice to see it from a little distance, during the day. To admire the shifting scenery, from the beaches to the trees to the cliff faces.

After docking at a tiny jetty, that you would absolutely miss if you didn’t know it was there, we are walking up a narrow path, leading us gradually up the cliff face.

I do everything I can to try and pretend I’m not absolutely knackered from the walk. It’s not that it’s especially long or steep, I’m just incredibly unfit, it turns out. I am absolutely not getting back on my diet when I get home – my days of starving myself to squash into a dress for a man are a thing of the past – but I probably do need to start going to the gym more, so that I can walk up hills without dying and use my muscles without them aching for days afterwards.

‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ our boat driver/guide starts. ‘Welcome to Grotta Biancofiore.’

As we reach the top of the path and are ushered inside our destination, I feel my chin hit the hard floor. We’re inside the restaurant Freddie told me about, the one built inside a cave in the side of a cliff.

Inside it is nice and cool and kind of dark but, looking outside the cave, it’s like peering into another dimension, a portal to a hot and sunny place with an ocean, crashing against the rocky shore far below us.

There is just one table set up in the vaulted limestone cave, which somehow just looks exactly as you would imagine a cave to look, but also manages pulling off looking like an absolutely stunning restaurant too.