This is for the singles, the never married, the divorced and the ones who worry that by living differently they are somehow wrong. I'll admit that the first few months post my separation I felt... exposed.

I love the mountains – especially when they’re coloured white and far away from any town or person - I feel more myself when I am immersed in their majesty than at any other time. I used to visit them often, either to walk their paths or board their slopes.

I had to stop what I was doing to write this post because what I have just read stopped me in my tracks. My retired parents are, as we speak, embarking on a cross-oceanic cruise where there will be no land in sight for days on end.

I have avoided writing about my daughter, because the depth of both the love and the fear I have for her is so tremendous, sometimes I don’t think I can contain it.

For some reason in my post divorce life, I seem to be surrounded by a lot of male friends. During various (and annoyingly frequent) discussions around my dating status, the fact that I am a single mother seems