It was a slightly silly conversation on the way home from the cinema. The four of us had been to see Top Gun: Maverick and were giddy on nostalgia and sweets. It started with my husband admitting he would have loved to have been a fighter pilot. This was if life hadn’t taken him down a different path. We all then chimed in with our once-fervently-held ambitions. It was a moment of warmth and camaraderie – friends, and parents of a collective brood of seven, comfortable sharing that we had once wanted something different from what we have now.
I am incredibly lucky. I always wanted to write, and this is what I spend the majority of my days doing. Life has dictated, however, that I am not putting pen to paper by torchlight in the corner of a bunker while missiles fly overhead; as unappealing as that sounds to most people, that was my dream from a very young age. I wanted to be Kate Adie, bringing
