The owner had assured me that she would easily float on the tide and I could just sail away. Just like that. So, after the emergency repair to one of her timbers that held the two hulls together, and the use of four men and a lot of planks to lever her the 20 yards into the water where the spring tide actually came, she was ready. Ready to cross the river that is, to South Queensferry. And I was going. I desperately had to be sailing again, and nothing was going to stop me - even a boat that needed more ‘cosmetic repairs’ than was surely healthy. Everybody including my bank balance at the time had told me that this was not on the cards right now but the call of the sea is a wild one, and so I rang my long suffering friends and they agreed once more to come and work on a boat that they secretly thought would surely involve the coastguard at some point...
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