![]() I have been single for two years, and by far the most romantic encounters I’ve had in that time have happened outside London. ![]() The natural habitat of lingering eye-contact over uneaten olives and awkward half-snogs next to the pay-and-display machine. ![]() ![]() The birthplace of nervous, Lynx-scented meetings in pleather-upholstered bars. Small-town Britain is the home of romance. If there is anything quite so romantic as sharing a basket of slightly stale ciabatta in a chain restaurant overlooking a car park then frankly, I can’t think of it.
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