My legs trembled as I made my way up the gangplank to the yacht. But it wasn’t the gentle bobbing of the ocean waves that was making me wobbly.
It was pure awestruck shock.
‘Wow!’ I hissed to my husband Jim, 57, as we entered the boat’s plush dining room, complete with glittering chandelier. ‘This is like something from a movie!’
Only, this was very real.
It was April this year, and me, Jim, and our boys, Jamie, 14, Shane, 12, and Kyle, 9, were visiting my brother Peter, 51, in Miami.
He’d been living there for 20 years, worked as a sea captain out of one of the ports, but this was our first time visiting from rainy Edinburgh. Talk about a holiday of a lifetime!
So when Paul’s…
