My winter of love: I was on holiday with my boyfriend – and the B&B owner told me a horrifying home truth
We went for walks, marvelled at the views, saw baby eagles and had a lot of sex. But as the proprietor of the guest house could tell, not all was well between us
My winter of love: We both hated the cold – so we spent the day in bed, drinking piña coladas
We talked about the warm places we loved, about Cuba, Venezuela, Mexico, and the summer to come. But it is hard for a relationship to carry between seasons
My winter of love: I was homesick in New York. The quiet Danish poet was just what I was longing for
We met in a cafe and struck up an intense friendship - soon we were kissing for hours on park benches. Then he asked me to join him on a trip to Iceland
My winter of love: It was our first holiday together. Could we find romance in a squalid caravan?
My snowy getaway with a new boyfriend was full of promise – until we arrived at a place unencumbered with luxuries such as heat, lighting or a chemical toilet
My winter of love: I was not expecting a hot first date. Then I found love in a terrible pub
Ten years after my dad died, I felt rudderless – a manchild still making sense of life. But suddenly, surprisingly, I met someone with whom I had an immediate bond
My winter of love: The lesbian gathering was freezing cold. Would a clinch with an anarchist help?
It was bitter weather in Geneva in 1986 and all any of us could think about was getting warm. Then I met a charismatic woman and felt a strong mutual attraction
My winter of love: I had three exciting dates that Christmas – one ended with an accusation of armed burglary
I was drunkenly eating a kebab outside Halfords when I was mistaken for a master criminal. It wasn’t the only thing that went wrong that lovely, eventful winter