At last I stumble across what I’ve been looking for in the garden. Still partially hidden and tucked away in the far corner where the two high, stone walls meet is a little cluster of colour. Brushing aside the overhanging winter-flowering jasmine, I snip away gingerly until I have a little posy of deep red blooms. The smell is wonderful against the sweet jasmine and I stand for a moment, enjoying the floral notes as I suck in the cold air. It jars on my teeth, but it’s invigorating.

Is my life about to change forever? I wonder. Does my old life even exist any more? I can’t imagine a day passing, now, without wanting to paint. Will Aiden understand how important it has become to me? And how will he settle back into our cosy little life together, after being exposed to such a wide range of new experiences? From poverty and desperation, to the wonders of the world – then back to domestic bliss. It sounds crazy when I think about it like that.

Until our adventure is over, we won’t know for sure, but I miss him so much. I’m getting used to the separation, but it still doesn’t feel natural. It’s as if a part of me is missing and I won’t feel complete again until we’re together once more. Or am I kidding myself it’s as simple as that?

When a rather smart-looking, black motorhome pulls into the car park, Nico and I make our way across the courtyard to welcome our visitors. But, to our surprise, it’s Stefan who is behind the wheel. As he steps out to walk around and open the passenger door, I wave out to Patricia, who is beaming back at me.

Hanging back while Stefan offers her his arm, she steps down and then hurries across to hug me.

‘It’s so wonderful to see you and to be here again, Fern. Fond memories, for sure! Oh, Nico.’ She releases me and turns towards him.

He leans in to kiss her on alternate cheeks three times, French style. ‘You look well, Patricia.’ He smiles at her and I can see she’s a little embarrassed at the fuss.

‘And Stefan,’ Nico thrusts out his hand, ‘what a lovely surprise. I thought you were back home in Germany.’

I never really got to know Stefan, so I hesitate, but after a quick shaking of hands he gives a little bow of his head. Patricia looks on, amused.

‘Come, let’s get you both out of this cold wind,’ I interrupt, and Patricia links arms as we make our way back towards the day room.