It’s easy buying a boat, although I’ve only bought a few in my life, having built some and sold a few. How and from whom I bought Fesquie, a National 12, and my first dinghy, is lost to the miasma of memory, but it can’t have been hard, or the selling of her. Life was simpler in those days, and when Sally came into my field of vision, hanging to a mooring off Hamble, the transaction was similarly straightforward. A price, a handshake – probably not even that – and she was mine. In the three lever arch files I compiled containing details of her build, plans, ownership and photos, there is but a single sheet of paper with proof of her sale, and the signature of one Brian Cooper,…