I spent much of lockdown dreaming about the feeling of soft sand and a warm breeze on my skin while looking out to sea, listening to the waves crash against the shore. In December, just over two years since last stepping on a plane, this dream became a reality when Dan, Ella, Robin and I jetted off to Barbados. 

It’s the first festive trip I’ve been on, let alone to somewhere hot. Wooly hats, scarves and gloves were swapped for sunglasses and swimwear in preparation for the 30 degrees we’d be stepping off the plane into. 

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