Wish I had a boat to Sail away on...
Buying a boat is more difficult than I had ever imagined!
During the past few months, while the world has gone to hell in a handbasket, I had my mind set on a couple of things. As you do.
I had to keep myself occupied, otherwise I would have gone stir crazy.
As it was, I did anyway!
Because I wasn't able to buy the land I wanted (no more than 3 acres anywhere in England, Wales or Scotland), as the price kept increasing (like the Gods were playing with me), I set my mind to buying a boat instead.
So, instead of setting my feet firmly on soggy ground, I wanted to float on it instead.
But my, oh my, that proved to be a task and a half in itself.
In total, I saw five boats. All floating around the River Severn - from Worcestershire right down to Gloucestershire.
They looked beautiful on the outside, but on the inside, I was in for a bit of a shock. While they had aged, I hadn't expected them to remain the same inside as on the first day they had been bought.
Old decor, rank, musty furnishings, paint peeling, vanished varnish on the wood and decor that seemed as though it was stuck in the 1980s. That aside, as I knew I would be able to put my hand to painting and getting the soft furnishings right, I had other troubles on the horizon.
In my mind, I had every intention of living on the boat. Of promoting my therapeutic practice - inviting people to come along and have a therapy session on the river.
It seemed like an ideal scenario to me. And I had my heart set on it.
When I actually found the boat I wanted, a 30ft GPR that was 40 years old, I found that I couldn't buy it without a boat safety certificate, and then to get it insured, I had to have it hauled out of the water, checked and then placed back in the water. All at my own cost - without any reassurance that I would be able to buy it at the end of the survey.
And the cost? Nearly £800!
To do that for the five boats that I looked at would have set me back a pretty packet.
I didn't have the kind of cash to hand. It didn't seem fair. It didn't seem right. So, in the end, I gave up. I had to. There was no other option available to me.
It's a crying shame. Still, I'm not the kind of person that gives up really easy. Perhaps one day my dreams will come true.
In this pandemic? You've got to be kidding me!
All the best,
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Kaye is a freelance publisher, author and certified psychotherapist with over three decades of experience. She is also a writer for various blogs about writing, publishing, travelling and health care.
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