A Greek island.
I don't even want to say the name of it because it was so perfect and unspoiled. I feel sad about it because it turned out to be our last family holiday, as our family in its old incarnartion - I did not know that at the time and I planned to go back there again and again; now I do not think I ever want to go back there, but I do not want to forget it. It was less than a year ago.
I read about a book a day. I swam in the sea, off the side of the boat. I ate masses of Greek yoghurt and honey. I fed stray cats and was desperate to take them home with me.
I slipped over on a jetty, in my flippy blue dress and shiny sandals, and my right calf has never been quite the same since.
I was really happy there.