Buying a tug called Con
My real life with boats began when I met my husband in 1976, although I’d been involved with boats previously in a lesser way. A friend had an old fishing boat and we used to fish in the Thames Estuary in the days when there seemed to be plenty of fish to catch, especially cod.
Rob had a 26ft pilot cutter made of alloy, which when purchased was just a shell, but by the time we met, was on the water. Little did I know that we’d forever be replacing rivets in the hull. This took place on the mooring on the River Blackwater at Stone, in Essex, when the tide went out.
It wasn’t an easy task as it meant one of us was outside knocking in, while
