Fate pointed its fickle finger at me in Nelson's Dockyard on Christmas Day. Jamie had sailed across the Atlantic, and I was snatching a do-nothing break between business deals. Up on Shirley Heights our love was sealed with a kiss. By next Christmas we'd given up the rat race, and bought a yacht in Turkey. Seven years (and 10,500 miles) later, we're still sailing.

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