That’s it, I travelled to Martinique by myself, my first long haul flight without my other half or my daughters since finishing my breast cancer treatments. At first it was nerve wrecking and absolutely scary, just the thought of travelling so far without anyone to accompany me. And all I managed to pack were a few swimsuits, flip flops and scarves, a dress or two, plenty of sunhats and sun screams and all my medicines and food supplements. What an interesting suitcase that was… Once I landed in Martinique I realised that it was the best decision that I ever took, I was going to spend the next four months…