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Celia Miller was a wife, well-respected barrister, successful racehorse owner and breeder, mother, breast-cancer survivor, grandmother and an extensive and intrepid traveller.

Tragically, Celia died on the 11th of December 2007, of a secondary squamous cell carcinoma of the heart, as an age of just fifty-nine. She had been ill for only two months and had vainly fought the illness with all the courage and fortitutude that she could muster.

Trivially in 2003, I was diagnosed as a coeliac. This means that I have a gluten-intolerance and can't eat any wheat, barley or rye. So that means I can't eat bread, beer or pasta.

But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy life.

Hence the title of this book, which is a sideways look at travel with the woman you love and the condition that sometimes can give you an awful surprise or even a very hard kick.

But I'd rather be a coeliac, than suffer Celia's rare and fatal cancer.

James Miller
June 1st, 2008