LIFE OF the party
There’s nothing like a long solo drive on a crisp autumn day to have you indulging in a bit of reflection. I had scooted out of the house at the crack of midday, dropped in at the cake shop to pick up a ridiculous confection that shouted “Happy Birthday!” in caramel sponge and chocolate, swung by the supermarket to stuff bottles of bubbly between ice packs in the chiller bag in my boot (terrible to arrive with warm wine) and headed three hours south
