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Taking in the views at the top of Table Mountain, it was very beautiful.
And having landed in Cape Town, South Africa, on 11 February this year, my partner Richard and I were heading off on a cruise holiday.
But first we had a couple of days for a spot of sightseeing.
Richard, 77, and I had been dating for over two years and we loved a good holiday, having been cruising in the Caribbean and Panama Canal in previous years.
Even though we only lived five minutes away from each other, our holidays were a perfect chance to spend time together – away from the paws of my 12 Papillon dogs and puppies.
And this year, we were heading off on a two-week cruise from South Africa to Mauritius.
Forking out £8,400, we’d end the trip spending a few days at a luxury resort