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A BRIDESMAID’S ROMANCE REVISITED

I loved your collection of stories about love in far flung places (‘Somewhere only we know’, Feb 8), especially Anna’s Hart’s tale of a holiday romance. This brought fond memories for me. When I was (much) younger, I travelled to South Africa to be a bridesmaid for a friend made in London. I’m from the North and this was half a lifetime ago so this was a huge dream come true.

We travelled to GraaffReinet where my friend married and the minister was from my home town of Ashton-under-Lyne. This set the scene for many years of travel. At the reception, I met the most beautiful, blond South African man, a good family friend. After oysters, we danced and shared kisses and romance in the moonlight. On this trip we travelled to Cape Town, staying at Somerset West, exploring beautiful Table Mountain and viewing Lion’s Head.

This was a wonderful moment in time and a new taste of how life could be. SUSAN CONNELL WINS A £250 RAILBOOKERS VOUCHER

ENGAGING CLIFFHANGER

The opening chapter of the love story of my second marriage began as we drove to attend a church meeting. Approaching a roundabout on the Atlantic Highway my now husband, with uncharacteristic impetuosity, instead headed west towards my favourite place; Hartland peninsula in north Devon. Romance was in the air as we dropped down the steep and winding toll road to the ancient quay with its history and legends, shipwrecks and smugglers’ tales. On the summit of a rock he asked me to marry him. A sudden gust of wind unbalanced me and took my answer with it. It took two more years and plenty of backtracking to convince me that the arms that caught me then were safe to trust.

VICKI SCOTT

EWE ARE THE ONE

Your spread on moments of travel and romance reminded us of how 30 years into our marriage we decided to explore

Scotland. We drove and stayed in delightful, homely B&Bs managed by lovely Scottish mothers who seemed to be competing to provide the biggest and best full Scottish breakfasts.

We were following the west coast northwards (always go clockwise around Scotland then you are driving on the side nearest the sea.) We had just visited the beautiful gardens at Inverewe and were continuing northwards when I spotted a sheep-strewn island to my left, I asked my wife, who tends to travel with a map on her lap, what island is that?

Her reply was “Isle of Ewe” There was only one response possible: “I love you too.”

ROGER FARRALL