Bored with suffering the same daily view from our lounge window, we decided that it was long past the time to buy a boat, a long-held aspiration of ours that had, so far failed to materialise.
The decision taken to dispense with the brick pile and get afloat, we spent a considerable time compiling a list of attributes that we wanted it to have. We graded those wants into an order of priority, really must-haves at the top of the list down to would be nice to have towards the bottom.
It seemed to be the logical thing to do, and besides, it kept us busy while our estate agents sorted out the disposal of our house.
Our intention, in making our little list, was to clarify our thinking and make sure that our individual requirements were aligned as far as possible.
Length-wise we agreed that we wanted the shortest boat that would accommodate our preferred layout, a length of about sixty feet seemed to be a reasonable compromise.
Fortunately, we were in complete agreement on the internal layout, we both wanted a cruiser stern, in fact, a square cruiser stern to maximise its use as an external terrace as much as a sociable steering position. The welldeck however wasn’t considered anywhere near as important so we carried no preconceived ideas on this.
In truth neither of us is any longer particularly supple, so that dictated really easy access, both for getting on and off the craft but also in and out of the cabin. Our experience of hired traditional and semi-traditional boats had guided us towards our cruiser-stern decision.
We both have a dislike for rear bedroom layouts, brought about by an aversion to carrying dripping wet clothing into the bed space in times of inclement weather. Let’s have that malarky in the kitchen area if we must, much easier to wipe-down after disrobing. So we decided that our boat had to be a so-called reverse layout with the bedroom isolated at the front of the boat with the kitchen at the back and the other bits laying in the middle somewhere.
I received very firm direction that a proper toilet was essential, guided partially by our caravan experience using (and misusing) a cassette toilet and aided by my abhorrence to lugging heavy cassettes to an emptying point. The use of a dry, so-called composting toilet received scant consideration from the delicate half of this duo! So we were left with the choice of a macerator pump-out toilet with a turd tank under the bed.
What else was on the essentials list? A cosy kitchen and Pullman-style dinette together with a saloon large enough for two armchairs closed the attributes list.
How close did dreams come to reality?