Spread a little kindness

Nahla Summers, 40, Dorset

Looking out the window of my little cottage by the sea, I watched the sky turn a pretty orange as the sun set.

It was June 2012, I hadn’t slept properly for months.

Since my partner Paul, 44, had died from a heart attack three months earlier, I’d barely left the house.

Consumed with grief and loneliness, I had fallen into depression.

But that day, I wandered down to the beach, where I sat watching a man exercising his horse.