Wed. Nov 26th, 2025

Before my second date I did try and find out her name. It didn’t go very well. I browsed Facebook to see if I could find something.

“Mate, I’d be careful if I were you, there’s still a current restraining order against you.”

“Yeah, whatever! I need to know her name!”

I came across a whole appreciation society for my girl. Who knew she was such a slag? What better place to ask than there. So I posed a question to the group:

How would I find out the history of my boat and whether she actually had a name in a past life?

The answers came thick and fast:

  • Possibly via the sail number.
  • The hull number.

Bearing in mind this was before I’d found the sails and before I’d managed to actually get on the boat so I asked where the hull number would be located. I got an answer…. and was still not enlightened enough to know where to look.

 

Obviously the boat being a two hour drive away is not going to facilitate ease of restoration so have been looking at how to get her closer to home. I’ve found a boatyard in Essex that’ll cost half of what it’s costing now to store. Of course the trick is to get the bloody thing up here. So far I’ve been quoted £500-£650 to transport her up which is a fair amount but in the long run should save me money.

I never did find the hull number. The circular plaque you see above is the manufacturer’s number. A quick Google of the sail number was fruitless too. So I’m guessing I can start with a blank canvas name wise. I have to be honest I’ve already chosen a name.  I’m definitely not putting that up to a vote. Boaty McFuckingBoatface indeed.

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Born. Lived. Made mistakes. Still making mistakes, but having a fucking blast.

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