The boat of my dreams, the one whose photos I swoon over, the unattainable object of my desire, is up for sale. There's a broker's ad in last month's Canal Boat (I'm still catching up), and I think I've seen it advertised before.
I've followed it up to the website - one feeble photo and no further details; I've emailed them (no reply - obvious tyre kicker/drooler); and got Jim (credible male voice) to phone (answerphone).
So I shall have to make up my own details.
Nine year old boat.
Looking a bit neglected; needs painting and fair amount of TLC.
No engine details; no interior photos (so fear the worst).
Yep. One hundred and eighteen thousand pounds.
£1873 for each of its sixty-three, nine-year-old, feet.
And probably worth nearly every penny.