Mrs. Fulton loved to look through the travel catalogues and holiday brochures she had sent to her. Such lovely beaches...such glorious sunsets... Of course, she kept them hidden from her husband. Mr. Fulton was a staunch local. Didn't believe in foreign holidays, never had. He'd disconnected their internet when he realised she was researching holidays online.
'What's wrong with this shire? With our shores?' he'd incredulously exclaimed once, after she suggested a weekend away in France.
Wistfully, she continued flicking though the Spain & Canary Islands catalogue.
She'd never get away now that Mr. Fulton had had her legs amputated.