Soaring high in the skies above the Cotswolds in an airplane, I felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration I had not known for months.

It was August 2012 and my fiancé, Mark, had phoned me that afternoon and asked if I fancied going flying. Thirty minutes later he picked me up and drove me to the small airfield at Kemble, Gloucestershire, which is where he kept his collection of classic aircraft.

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