“She felt that she enjoyed it [horseback riding] in a pagan, sensuous way, and always looked forward to renouncing it.”

“Edwina always enjoyed a morning ride. Some mornings she rode the horse, and some mornings she rode the groom.”

“It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.”

“What was not to love? She was a very sexy, sensuous woman. But, she was an alcoholic.”

“I felt myself trapped in line for a ride I was not nearly ready for, looking back but moving forward in the only direction I could go.”

“She loved airports. She loved the smell, she loved the noise, and she loved the whole atmosphere as people walked around happily tugging their luggage, looking forward to going on their holidays or heading back home. She loved to see people arriving and being greeted with a big cheer by their families and she loved to watch them all giving each other emotional hugs. It was a perfect place for people-spotting. The airport always gave her a feeling of anticipation in the pit of her stomach as though she were about to do something special and amazing. Queuing at the boarding gate, she felt like she was waiting to go on a roller coaster ride at a theme park, like an excited little child.”