Tom Cunliffe
You know how it is when you drive to the boat at the beginning of the season. If there’s room in the car for people it’s a miracle.
What with sails, laundered bedding, cans of antifouling, spare filters, anodes, tool boxes, replacement impellers, perhaps even some still-boxed electronics you’ve had for Christmas, not to mention the foul-weather gear and a light but bulky pack of toilet rolls, the list goes on. I’m no exception, especially with a boat laid up in Denmark. There’s so much clobber that the only answer is four wheels, and I’ve enjoyed the drive until this year when governments started shutting their borders.
The more I thought about flying there, the worse it sounded. Never mind the health issues, what about all the kit? There seemed no answer until my wife Roz suggested we buy a modest motorsailer,
