So what is it then? This love thing, I mean? Out I go behaving myself to look at a ‘sensible’ motor sailor. Glance around the brokers yard and BANG, it happens. There, minding her own business is a tatty, slightly neglected, Crabber 24 Mk1 (yes, the one you can not stand up in).
For the next two hours, middle son and I fondled her, caressed her, tweaked bits and generally indulged in that delusional fantasy that only other smitten owners will understand.
So, I fall in love with a flush decked totally impractical boat.
Missus not happy.
But we only live once don’t we? Why not be stupid once in a while?