Pushing the boat out

THE salt air tugged at her hair, carrying the scent of seaweed. Donna had spent years building towards this, chasing figures in spreadsheets, negotiating contracts, dreaming of the day she and Ben wou

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong

A crisis meant Beth had to get to the remote island – and quickly

Lucy hoped she had left heartache behind – but life was never plain sailing, was it?

A h ot weekday morning heralded the arrival ...

I’ve had Constance – an American Mason 44 – for 13 years. We’re getting to know each other bit by bit and I’d like to report that she’s everything a yacht should be. Excellent though she is, as the sa