Another true story for you. This one is from just a few years ago, when I was 24. The guy is the same boyfriend who appears in the changing room story from a few years before. By this time we’ve had another child, graduated and moved in together.
We’ve come on holiday as a family; me and my bf, our two girls, and his parents all in a villa in Spain. There is a pool, hills for hiking, a short drive to the sea and endless sunshine.
In the middle of the week the bf and I decide to go on a long hike up into the mountains. We both love hiking – this one is over 20 miles total so it’s a decent trek, and we leave the girls with their grandparents to play by the pool.
We start early, while it’s still cool, up rocky paths and tracks, high into the mountains of northern Spain. By 1pm we are just past half way, 11 miles in – and the sun is beating down. We have a picnic lunch with us and we decide it’s time for a break, have some food and fill up our bottles from a nearby small river. We choose a grassy spot in a shallow valley, with some big rocks behind us and the river running alongside, and a few trees for shade. We haven’t seen another human for over 3 hours.