I have lived alone in a small rented house for more than six years. I am in my 60s. Winter is not as harsh here in the south-west but a sea fog roils along the coast that clings to your face and heads straight for your lungs.
I live in an affluent village where Agas, wood burners and underfloor heating abound. No one knows the secret I am ashamed to share: that I have no idea how I’ll survive this winter.
