Preparing to depart, June 2006

Matador of Hamble; prior to purchase in a neglected mud-berth in the Solent

Our thoughts on choosing the right boat….
After a few years of sailing with Stuart, we were experimenting with channel crossing and Normandy holidays on board our Beneteau First 24. After a particularly boisterous channel crossing (we’d already left the boat there once and got the ferry home, to return the following weekend) which featured me opening the anchor locker lid to sit inside the well in order to drop the foresail (no roller furling!) we started to read books about blue water sailing. We soon made the assumption that blue-water sailing was something very rare and mostly only done by people who wrote books about it.  A chance encounter with a couple who had sailed from New Zealand in a 36ish foot boat, at our yacht club, changed our perspective about what can be achieved with the right mind-set. They introduced us to the concept of ‘living-the-dream’.

I think at the time, we were reading Geoff Pack’s Blue Water Countdown – and this set us seeking the holy grail of owning a heavy displacement 30+ footer. Countless trips to second-hand boat shows and boat yards around the south ensued between sailing trips when the weather was too exciting for the two of us on the Beneteau.

We had set our hearts and minds on a Nicholson 32, and following a disastrous attempt to buy one that the surveyor claimed to be uninsurable, we went to Kings Yacht Agency.
There, Richard Seymour did what proper brokers do, showed us photos of a yacht on his books that he had taken the trouble to visit in Dartmouth. It was a Sovereign 32 – we’d never heard of it, but he had all the supporting documentation and reviews from yachting magazines to convince us it was worth the trip to view it.
Anyway – we bought it and never regretted it once.  It was a beautiful boat, and it looked after us so well in numerous situations where a plastic fantastic would have been scary.
This included the delivery trip home in November, after a week of nasty SEasterlies, we emerged from the marina in Dartmouth, put the sails up for the first time, and pounded our way through the waves all the way across Lyme Bay home to Poole, most of the 15 hours spent in the dark sheltering behind the spray-hood in 5 layers of fleecy clothes and waterproofs to stave off hypothermia. We had never owned a diesel engined boat before so the whole trip was a learning curve.
Our subsequent sailing to Normandy, Brittany and the West Country convinced us that a heavy displacement yacht was what provided our particular security blanket.  Unfortunately we realised that we were going to outgrow the confines of a 32’ yacht. There was no separate aft cabin, and the yacht would need a lot of work to make it ‘ocean-ready’. We decided that any further work that we did to the Sovereign would not reap us any benefit financially or for future plans. So we decided to market it and go for something that we would feel comfortable to go further offshore on.
This was a difficult time. There was not much on the market in the realistic budget that suited our needs.
We looked at heaps of boats, and eventually returned to Richard Seymour at Kings Yacht Agency. We were subsequently persuaded to re-visit a boat that Stuart had spotted (and excluded) in Southampton in a sad mud-berth, apparently the pride and joy of a couple at one time, but now deserted and rotting and appearing to be unloved. It had peeling varnish outside and in. Broken toe-rail and spinnaker pole lying on deck. Further excursions into the interior cupboards revealed a spiders’ nest of wiring and plumbing – dead, overheating batteries, decks leaking into rotten cupboards leaking onto expensive Alcantara upholstery. The engine was awash in its separate bilge surrounded by sludge of its own juices including diesel, oil, saltwater and corrosion.

We might have been mad, or deluded, but we thought it had potential, and bought it for what we think (!) was a fair price.  We bought Matador (of Hamble) home to Poole to refit the worst of the damage, and like a garden we felt it was best to wait 6 months to see what you really need to do.
Our first cruise quickly followed after delivering the Sovereign 32 to Wales for her new owner. Our plan to cautiously sail the west-country in our untried new vessel on safety grounds was scuppered by more forecasts of strong westerlies. After a week of beating through them the previous week, and much deliberation we headed 90 degrees left and went to France – were the sun always shines – at least more than it does in the UK!
Two weeks of sailing the worst tides and rocky shores of N Brittany interspersed with repairs and surprises, an intermittent depth sounder, and finds such as a single-clipped rusty jubilee clips on improvised plumbing attached to seized through-hull fittings under the water line, under the floor inside the cupboard, under the galley - made us anxious to return to the UK and start the refit.

Luckily Stuart is handy with most things mechanical, electrical and practical, whereas I am the master of the user manual. When Stuart can’t fix something by taking it apart, I read the manual and give him divine inspiration (let’s face it – he wouldn’t admit it was anything less!).  So we mostly avoid the exorbitant costs of asking someone else to do the work for us, but always take (and pay for) the advice of experts who are willing to spend their time giving it. This, we believe makes cruising more affordable to us, than to others, who may assume that they do not have sufficient skills. We also believe that this ethos goes hand-in-hand with a sustainable cruising life- but time will tell.



Now we are ready to roll. Well almost.
We have done the deed of selling Stuarts thriving business to the right buyer – this was the defining moment in our lives, when we finally had a real opportunity to give cruising a go. I could hardly say that my (no less important and satisfying) job in the NHS was going to stop us going cruising, so the next step was resignation – doesn’t that sound terrible- but none the less, the drive and commitment was what I have known my entire working life, and have built a career around.  Somewhat career suicide- handing in one’s notice, hoping the cruising life really will happen in a few months, but once done, easily reconciled as the right thing to do – as it happens the NHS seems to be falling apart around me since I left, but I fancy this is more an unhappy co-incidence than anything to do with me.

Anyway – working life moves on without us, without too much trouble.
We continue to try and sell our life’s possessions for more than 50pence per part. Car boot sales are a real trial to your patience and self-worth. We both know that we could earn more by going to work and fly-tipping the whole lot, even given that we might be caught and fined. But somehow one needs to feel that your last 30 years of Christmas presents and purchases have gone to someone who really appreciates them for the 50p (or less) that they were prepared to pay after bartering for half an hour.

Somehow, it all seems worthwhile, as we have been given a chance to do something that most people only dream of. We continue to try and make our house very attractive to potential long-term tenants, whilst trying to transfer as many belongings as possible to the yacht (or hide them in the shed for the short-term). This was scuppered this weekend, by finding horrible mould growing in all enclosed spaces, so all had to be cleaned before we could start thinking about stowing gear. The previous year we wintered ashore with a dehumidifier and heater – not a sign of a black spore anywhere. This year, afloat in Britain’s fantastic climate we harboured every mould known to man and beast in our lockers.
We're in a hurry to get to sunnier climes.......