Lucy Baring loses her passport and finds a very different kind of holiday.
Whenever I’m in a supermarket, I start humming It’s a Wonderful, Wonderful Life. I have no idea why; it just happens. This morning, as I hum in front of the fruit juices, it makes no sense at all.
Yesterday, I sat down to finish this column, hoping to complete it before going away. Zam is quickly checking us in before heading off to give a vineyard tour. ‘Where’s your passport?’ he…
