With her bald head, RJ looked like a cancer patient. I said that I hoped that her family and friends knew that she had shorn off her hair to raise money for charity. Otherwise, they would be very worried about her.

Then I hinted that I would love to come and speak to her colleagues at the museum about my latest project about public engagement and digitised historical artefacts. RJ looked at me blankly. Had she really forgotten our long conversation about this research? We’d discussed it intensively while cycling over the hills a couple of years ago.

Later, I needed to pick up a towel so that I could go for a swim in the small hotel pool with my niece and my sister. I got so lost hunting for one that I ended up at the airport in a queue to board a flight to Denmark.