Occasionally I come across a heart-shaped pebble on the beach and, if it is small enough, I pop it into my pocket as a keepsake; but never before have I encountered so many heart-shaped stones as I did when Chris and I went on the gorge walk between Frigiliana and Nerja (Southern Spain, where we are holidaying at present, if you haven’t been following my blog). I brought only one back to the cortijo but I shall not be taking it home to Devon at the weekend – we’re travelling light with Ryanair and the heart must weigh a stone!

Incidentally, Chris thought I was mad to take photographs of stones. He looked stony-faced at me. Guess I’m the romantic while he’s just gorgeous.