I’m standing at the top of a huge hill on the grounds of a stately home, overlooking Bath’s stunning skyline.
It’s Good Friday 2025, the sun is poking through the clouds, and my husband Simon and I are both breathing hard after having pushed the double buggy containing our two children up the steep slope from the lake below.
We are fortunate enough to call this city our home; the view is idyllic and, at 37, my life looks better than I could have imagined even just a year ago.
But as I look from my two small children, aged three and nine
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