I was secretly devastated to have missed out on the quilt. To my surprise, the woman who’d won it wanted me to have it

I spotted the quilt the moment I walked in. It was magnificent – hand-sewn in shades of vibrant purple and green by a local quilting maestro in a pattern known as “the drunkard’s path”.

My husband and I were attending a fundraiser for Nepal, to raise money to rebuild a school that had been struck by the 2015 earthquake. The quilt was up for grabs as part of a raffle. I loved it so much I bought 10 tickets, hoping like hell I’d be the lucky winner.