Daphne is a little old lady that lives down my road. She walks past twice a week back and forth to and from the shops, always friendly with a cheery greeting and a wave. One day she stops outside the motorhome I have been renovating, clearly wanting to chat, looking a bit down, I invite her in as it looks like rain and offered a cup of tea. She explained that she used to go caravanning with her late husband, missed it, an...