While Peter went climbing in Russia, I opted for something far more amenable: horse riding in Montenegro.
I was alone in more ways than one.
I was travelling without Peter for the first time this year; I was the only non-French speaker on our seven-night tour; I was the only vegetarian in the group; and I was the least experienced rider by far.
‘No matter,’ I thought on Day 1. I could spend the week improving my riding and my French all at the same time.