She heads back in and I follow her into the doorway. The big long desk is long gone and the cabin is full of racks of cleaning products and linen, but the way that the stifling heat hits, the heather-patterned wallpaper and the light fittings are exactly the same.

I can’t quite believe that I’m standing in the very spot that I sent those emails all those years ago. It feels so bittersweet.

The woman hands me two towels wrapped in thin plastic and I take them with my shaking hands. ‘Is that OK?’

‘Perfect, thank you.’

I don’t move and the woman raises an eyebrow. I take the hint and smile again, having one last look at the room before I go.

I hurry back to Joel, holding up the towels, and he shakes his head.

We head to the pool terrace bar, gravitating to the same table we used to sit at when we did our night security, although the view’s now of the indoor pool complex rather than the campsite.

‘Too bad they ripped down the old staff accommodation,’ says Joel.

‘I know, the new stuff looked all snazzy with its key cards.’

‘I bet there’s no way you could get into the wrong room and pass out naked nowadays.’

My cheeks begin to burn automatically. I spent far too much time that summer replaying the moment that I’d walked in on Joel in my room, thinking of those abs and the flash of his bum that I’d seen.

‘Good thing too,’ I say, picking up the menu and fanning myself with it. ‘Do they come and take orders or do I need to go up?’

‘I’ll go,’ says Joel. ‘What do you fancy?’

‘Just a beer, thanks.’

There’s a queue at the bar and I pull out my phone. There’s something about being so close to where the emails came from that makes me want to re-read them and I pull up the latest one that I got earlier in the week.