I GATECRASHED my daughter’s gap year

As my 23-year-old daughter, Daisy, filled me in on all her upcoming travel plans to Central America, I couldn’t help but be envious. I loved travelling and often reminisced with her about my escapades in my twenties.

“Mum, you’re always talking about how you’d like to travel more. Why don’t you come with me?” she asked.

I felt a thrill go through me. How many daughters ask their mothers to go travelling with them, even if it was only for a few weeks. Could I? I instantly felt guilty at