She needs some tender loving care alright.

She needs some tender loving care alright.

A bit of local work in the next village saw me confronted with what might end up being my next little project (once I’ve got a sturdy trailer welded up for Idris that is). A friend has had this little white lightweight dinghy tucked away under some trees for a good many years with the intention of fixing it up and sailing it. It was apparently his fathers boat and ended up being his when his dad couldn’t use it anymore. Reluctant to sell it and with no time to fix it, it’s got pretty ropey. All of the woodwork has rotted out and the little road trailer is as rusty as an old Cornish Fiat. When he asked me to make him an offer on it I was a bit taken aback. On the one hand, it could be sorted out with some effort and wood scraps for minimal cash; on the other, did I even need it and how much do I offer him?

Bit of a scrub and I think this could be my new tender.

Bit of a scrub and I think this could be my new ferry.

Anyhow, needless to say, it’s now mine. I figured my little green, plywood tender isn’t going to last forever and it’s not quite safe enough for two grown adults plus luggage and dog. This thing should make a fine little sailable tender and I think we’re both happy with the transaction. For now though, it’s going to live under the trees.