Hilary Messer-Barrow, 34
Sat amongst the presents at my brother’s Vancouver Island home, it was a little bit bittersweet.
This would be my last Christmas on Vancouver Island, or Vancouver city for that matter.
My now husband James, 29, had been transferred to Beaver Creek for work, a remote part of Yukon, Canada, close to the Alaskan border.
And soon I would join him.
I had never lived far from my family – especially during the holiday season, so I wanted to make the most of the time I had with them.
‘Are you ready for your present?’ my mum Meg, 60, asked, passing me a rectangular package.
Tearing the paper off, I stared up at my parents dumbstruck, when I saw what was inside – it was a beautiful homemade cookbook.
‘So, you don’t starve in Yukon,’ she grinned.
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