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‘And don’t let us see you here again in a hurry,’ said the prison warden as he handed me my keys, wallet and belt.

Always the same banter, every time I left. I smiled in acknowledgement of the familiar line as I walked towards the door that had been unlocked in readiness for my exit. Once outside, I breathed in the fresh, clean air and headed for the bus stop. It always felt the same when I got out of the bleak and oppressive atmosphere in a secure unit, the wonderful sense of freedom, the open sky above, heading home.

It would be Christmas in a couple of days, another New Year looming a week later. Time to take stock. I was never usually a man for making resolutions, but this time I would; a resolve concerning someone I couldn’t get out of my head or heart. I’d been thinking about her and the possibility of us for many months – longer, if I was honest. Beatrice Brooks, Bea. Just the thought of her made me smile but how, where and when to approach her and tell her how I feel?