The shock! The sudden acceptance of a fact you’d been aware of but tried to hide for years, nearly 30 in my case. Your boat, my boat, Sally, born in 1937, fashioned by the finest shipwrights, designed by a master was not, in fact, not… perfect.
Until that moment (I can date it precisely to midday on 24 May) and place, Johnson & Loftus’ yard on the shores of Loch Broom when, standing back to admire my undercoat, crouching low to inspect my waterline (it’s taken years to get it right, hopefully 28th time lucky) I noticed that Sally was not, as I said, whisper it low, perfect. The bold sheerline I had admired so much, and the little tippy-up bit at the stern, from a low perspective formed a…