Because sailboats are a bit addicting.
Today my husband came home in the van with his third -- yes, third -- boat. It's just a little dinghy, almost identical to the one he's building for Julia. A friend gave it to him for free. It's for Philip to use this summer, he said.
|The "new" dinghy|
All that to say, if you've always had a heart-longing for a boat, just a little boat to carry you away over the waters with the wind in your hair, the salt-smell in your nostrils, and your hand at the tiller, you should move to a sailing village. There are boats going begging, if you look around a bit.
I think I may have to put a stop to the boat collecting around here though. There's only so much room in the yard.