"If I could have one wish, just one small miracle, it would be to rush back into the office I have just left and reclaim all my money. There was something about the glint in the salesman's eye, the slight smile as he pocketed the cheque and the sigh as if to say 'thank goodness I've finally got rid of that one!'
I still can't believe what I've done. Can't believe I've talked my other half into it. Can't believe the weight of the keys heavy in my hand. What have I done?
I've bought a concrete boat!"
5 years ago, we conducted a little experiment. We wanted to see exactly how much time, money, sweat, tears, money, blood, effort, paint, sealant, moaning, time, frustration, money, pain, laughter and self belief it would take to turn a lump of concrete into a floating magic carpet, capable of taking us around the world. We are still fixing all the mistakes we made back then, but at least we have now accrued enough photos to make a fairly sizeable album.
This is our story of the refit(s) and the voyages which followed.