Despite the baseball cap pulled down over her face, there’s something nigglingly familiar about the woman clambering off the water taxi in front of us. My wife and I exchange a brief ‘do we know her, hmm not sure’ look before our attention returns to the boat, now preparing to shuttle back to the mainland.
The waiting crowd shuffles forward, getting ready to board, when a Mid-Atlantic accent behind us triggers a jangle of recognition. "Hi," says the voice quietly, addressing one of the cab drivers also gathered on the jetty in the hope of a fare, "I’m Helena".
