a massive heart attack; how befitting of a man with such a big personality. They would take him immediately to the local hospital, half an hour away.
There was no time for any questions.Not allowed in the ambulance, I followed in a car driven by a friend whose holiday I had interrupted.
As we drove along the stunningly beautiful coastal road, which Mark and I took most days to shop or eat, with yachts out at sea and mountains beyond, I remember thinking: we will never again share this view.From the car, I called my three children at work in London, all adults (the youngest 25, the oldest 40 at the time).
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