It is just around lunchtime when we reach Capraia; a little island off the coast of Italy that I docked at briefly during the summer. It looks very much the same today as it did then as we tie up the sail and motor in to moor up.
"We are grabbing some takeaway pizza and having a swim. We will leave in around an hour," James says into the phone.
"Copy that, enjoy yourselves, over and out," Jason replies.
We tether the boat and ensure the cabin is locked before we head ashore hand in hand.
"This place is very quaint," James muses as we head to the restaurant that does amazing pizza. It's only about a hundred metres from where we have docked the boat.
It feels nice and normal to just be out here, having a little holiday with the man I am in love with. But I can't get over our mildly sauc
