Travel: Long, lazy month on the beach let the intensities of life slide away
When I look back on it, I realise that 2013 was the year of travel. And that 2014 will be the year of paying for it.
My first trip of the year was undertaken with a very heavy heart. An old school friend, one who had pushed behind me in the scrum for many years, had died in London.
He was 50 years old. We always joked that, although we didn't see much of each other these days, there would be time later, when our families had grown.