Our Highland holiday accommodation was more like a hostel than a hotel, full of young people who signed up for activities each day. I quite fancied joining them on the morning that they floated down the rapids of the nearby river inside enormous rubber rings.

A small proportion of the guests were closer to us in age, and profession. In fact, a few recognised TPR from his working life – and they did not like him. It appeared that they had never forgiven him for causing chaos when he died in the States about a decade earlier.

I was just grateful that he had regenerated after his death and became my husband once more.