It felt as if I had barely shut my eyes when I realised it was our morning alarm. It was time to go. The rest of that day, Hollie drove us high into the Alps as we wound our way past Mont Blanc and beyond.
Progress was agonisingly slow as I drifted in and out of sleep, unaware of my surroundings and stopping all too often to give in to the waves of sickness passing over me. I remember thinking I was in a bad way, only to have it confirmed when Hollie asked if I should go to hospital, her face a picture of concern. I hadn’t eaten of drank for the entire journey and showed no signs of improving. I said we’d go in the morning if I there was no sign of improvement. Fortunately, after what was probably the worst night in my life, I was able to force myself to eat something for the first time since we left Sardinia.
