We’ve been friends with an older couple for nigh on 4 years.
They’ve been boating since the 70’s in one of the original fibreglass river cruisers.
It’s a sweet little craft to, 27 feet, lovely old school outboard that still purrs like new.
Such is the love and care they gave to the upkeep of their little boat.
The owner does it all, around 80, struggles with everything, but the love is still there.
Only as old age has crept up on them, mobility issues and bad health have taken their toll and with regret laced with a lot of tears, they’ve had to give up boating.
To say they are heart broken is downstating the emotion.
As said we have been friends, when he couldn’t get to his boat I’ve been maintaining it.
Sort of things friends do, help out when others need.
Anyway decision taken, the chimp of the marina salesman wasn’t really interested in the boat and to put it mildly, pissed off our old friend greatly. So it came as no surprise the next day that he said he wanted to just give it away to a good home.
And that’s what has happened.
There is a charity called The Marine Volunteer Service.
A good hearted, boat loving, generous group of guys and girls.
Thus the little boat is going to a good home.
Yet that’s not the end.
Now we have an elderly couple who have lost their 50 year old love affair with all things boats. Both are gutted.
Old age is a bitch but especially so when the mind is still willing but the body says no.
That makes it hurt even more acute.