Chilled glass of rosé in hand, I’m cruising along the Adriatic Sea at seven nautical knots an hour on my own private yacht.
On the boat’s bow, the captain is unfurling the sails so we can glide neatly towards his ‘secret swimming spots’. The aquamarine water glints in the sun. It’s so clear you can see colourful fish darting below the surface.
No, I haven’t wangled an invitation to holiday with Leonardo DiCaprio or befriended a young Beckham. Nor have I won the lottery. Instead, I’m surrounded by a group of university friends, who are sunning themselves as we traverse Croatia’s rugged
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