Duncan moved on to formal introductions. He asked us to go around the circle and tell each other a little bit about ourselves. I always hate this part; I’ve never liked giving a dust-cover blurb about myself. I worry too much about how I’ll come across. As a result, I get all self-conscious, and then I end up sounding like an idiot.

Hannah put her hand up. ‘I’ll start.’ Hannah was one of those well-put-together women – basically the opposite of me. Her hair was in an actual style, her nails were done – hands and feet – and even sitting on a boat in the middle of the Aegean, she looked polished to perfection.

‘I’m Hannah, and I’m from Vancouver.’ So, I had nailed at least one accent that day. ‘I’m in financial management, and I work crazy long hours – this is actually my first vacation in three years.’ Three years? Geez. ‘I’m thirty-three. And recently single.’ She flashed a slightly sad smile around the circle. ‘I’ve never been to Greece before, and I’m really excited to be here.’

I figured we’d probably bond over the whole ‘break-up’ thing. Yes, it had been months since Neil and I had parted ways, but the humiliation of his cheating still rose its head on occasion.

Marie went next. She told us that she Gary were in Greece celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary, and the sailing trip was the end of a one-month stay. They’d rented a place on Crete for two weeks, before spending a few days in Santorini ahead of the trip. It sounded incredible, and I was starting to realise I should have arrived earlier and spent more time on the island. I’d barely scratched the surface, but I had to fit the entire trip – including a week in London with Cat after the sailing trip – into three weeks. I was already taking an extra week’s leave, and I’d had to do some pretty serious begging to get my principal to agree to it.

I’ll have to come back, I decided.

I turned my attention back to Marie and Gary. They both worked in tourism, which is how they met, and were from California wine country. Travel and wine? We were going to get along great. We’d drink crappy Greek wine and commiserate while we longed for a delicious Californian pinot. They were a super sweet couple too, holding hands and sneaking cute little glances at each other. Ten years. That was certainly something to be proud of.