My jersey boy

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EXCITEDLY opening slatted wooden shutters, Evie stepped on to the balcony, greeting the day. Her delicate pink silk robe was barely fluttering in the warm breeze drifting in from the sea. She smiled.

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

CAZ stood beside the open door of the bus and checked the names of boarding passengers on her tablet. “This is our third trip with you,” Mavis confided as her husband took her hand and helped her aboa

Take a look at this,’ Lizzie beckoned Sarah over to where she was scrolling through photographs on her computer. They gazed at the pictures of a happy bride and groom, neither of them in the first flu

We’re having some time away from the boat. The trouble is though, we’re not very good at actually being away. Because, when on land, we come over all nostalgic and sentimental about both the boat and