Kate moved countries after long-lost letters led her to love
Kate Pymm, 50
Walking into a pub, my mum Sylvia and I made our way to the bar.
I was 17 and we were on holiday in Devon, UK.
Grabbing a menu, I spun around to look for a table and my eyes landed on a guy sitting by the window. He looked so handsome with his blond hair and hazel eyes.
‘He’s gorgeous,’ I whispered to Mum.
‘He is! Let’s sit near him,’ she said.
It was August 1989, and the guy looked just
