A year out—a year to do whatever I wanted. To my newly single self, it sounded like freedom: fascinating and a little bit frightening. But that was the year I suddenly found myself aboard a brand-new Westerly Conway, all set to spend the summer cruising the Mediterranean. It was also the year I discovered my ‘psychic’ self, although I now find words like psychic, supernatural and paranormal misleading, as they do not correctly describe faculties I have come to think of as natural to all human beings. Read on