Boat Blog: The Sale

Boat Blog: The Sale

Boat Blog: The Sale

(Tips on things to do when seeing/buying a boat at end of blog)

I arrived in Glasgow early and had a long and leisurely breakfast with my sister-in-law in a cozy coffee shop in Govanhill. Then we hit the road.

 

My boat was sitting in a boat yard about an hour and a half north of Glasgow, in the region of Argyll and Bute, on the shores of a wee loch near the tip of a peninsula.

Alerion sitting in the boat yard

She was one of the first boats as I came into the yard, and my first impression was that she was a big boat for her size... and that the semblance of a ladder resting against her was probably the most dangerous un-ladder-like contraption I had ever seen. We climbed up the wobbling ladder, I sat in the cockpit, climbed into the boat and had a look around both on and below deck.

I crawled into lockers and lay out flat on the berths (i.e. beds). I stood on my tippy toes, and looked at the engine. I opened up the floor to peer into the bilges. I stomped on deck and peeked into the anchor locker…

She was old and worn, and quite neglected. I could stand upright inside. I sat at the table. She felt right.

The main table - Doesn’t it look cozy? (If not a little shabby)

The owner was from a different generation, an Englishman who had never ‘done a deal’ with a woman before and ‘wasn't quite sure how to go about it’.

I was tempted to suggest that he speak slowly, but he was already doing that (speaking with patience and kindness - something that my generation could interpret as condescension), explaining to us how basic electricity worked, how to turn on the engine, and every now and then marvelling at the fact that we were women who enjoyed sailing and boats. (I have, over the years, met many older men who relish in taking to the sea and lament that their partners do not have the same attraction to being on the water.)

He turned on the engine to show me she worked, answered my questions, and pointed out a few bits he had worked on and mended. We chatted lightly in the cockpit about how she fared in the water, and boats in general.

Before travelling I had spoken to the owner over the phone. I had put down a deposit pending a survey (or so I had thought). After seeing the boat, I said I was happy to go through with the sale - pending a survey.

(I mean surely this is how all boats are sold? Thats what everyone on the internet says… This is common knowledge, common practice, common sense, right?

What's that they say about common sense?)

Well. We were far away from any internet or wifi signal here. This was the type of situation, it seemed, where deals were agreed through handshakes, not paperwork.

He was a cute hoor. Sure didn't he go and get indignant, protective, hurt when I mentioned the survey prior to payment.

-He was a trustworthy man. His word was good. If he said it was good it was. Was I saying I didn't trust him? Was I insulting his integrity??

- No. But I needed a survey.

- Why would I need a survey? He was affronted, nay, betrayed. Was I disparaging his work and his good word?

-I needed a survey. My marina fee was on the understanding that I had insurance. Insurance relies on a survey. I couldn't leave without a survey.

Well.

WELL.

He was under the impression that I was coming to pay him in cash today, he pointed out in mock anger.

I tried to stay firm, but I had a problem. This boat was just about in my price range. However my price range was not very much. Which meant the boat could (and would) get snapped up in one of my heartbeats if I didn’t secure it. And it didn’t seem that my large deposit would stop this from happening.

At this stage I had travelled all over Ireland and the UK viewing boats. I had rang up dozens and dozens of boat sellers. Beautiful boats had come and gone because I couldn’t get there on time, and others with deeper pockets had swept in before me.

So… I agreed to buy the boat without the survey (I know! Madness!). I had to explain the concept of International Bank Transfers taking a few days as now it seemed he thought I was the one being the cute hoor. He sent his son down to see me to ensure he would get paid, who explained that online transfers were indeed a difficult concept. I realised the man had probably refused offers and was now afraid I was backing out of my side of the deal. I reassured the son that I would be transferring funds that week.

The Receipt - Proof that the boat was now mine!

I walked down tho the boat yard offices, and signed some papers confirming I was the owner of Alerion, and would be responsible for fees due (basically her parking fees from this moment on were my responsibility).

A couple of days later, once my part had been paid, I would receive a photo of my receipt by request.

Sleep Deprived but happy sitting in the cockpit for the very first time!

I arrived home to Dublin airport a couple of hours later, after a delayed flight, and I drove home. I was delighted that I had bought my boat! But I was also thinking WHAT had I just done. Was I mad? I was terribly upset and excited and scared and a whole host of other emotions churned around my sleep deprived body.

 

What had I done?

 

 

Lesson of this chapter: Get yourself a survey before buying a boat!!!

(We will find out more and why as the story unfolds!)

 

 

Are you buying a sailboat? Are you off to see her for the first time?

Some things I did, and others I wish I did:

 

  • Make sure you get to see the engine running - NOTE: this doesn’t necessarily mean it is in good condition

  • Look closely at the hull for any damage, repairs, etc

  • Spend dome time on deck looking at EVERY little piece of everything. Is it secure, is it old, will it need replacing, when was the last time it was replaced

  • Go inside. Get someone on deck to run a hose over every section of the deck. For a LONG time. Is it leaking into the boat?

  • Crawl into ALL the lockers. Bring a torch.

  • Have a good look around at everything. Engine, Bilges, Lockers.

  • What are the electrics like? Do the nav lights work? Does any of it work?

  • How about the lining? Is it secure? Is it old? Is it peeling away?

  • Can you see any water damage anywhere?

  • Are the boat stanchions secure? All of them? What about the guardrails?

  • Have you checked the lifelines? Remember that the section that goes through the stanchions may be worn away or split, any hidden section could be hiding damage.

  • How is the safety gear (includes fire safety items). Will they need to be replaced?

  • Take all the sails out and have a good hard look at them! Then look at them again.

  • Do the bilge pumps work?

  • Are the sea cocks draining properly?

  • What gear comes with the boat (and is in good condition)? Fenders, lines, sheets, safety gear, radio, sails, winches…anything and everything you need for sailing and mooring/docking

  • Has any part of the boat been mended? How has it been mended? When was it mended?

  • Does the cooker work, has the gas been put in and/or checked by a certified installer recently?

  • Smell the boat. Does it smell wrong? Does it smell of boat, or does it smell mouldy/rotten etc? Trust your nose.

  • Stomp about. Lie down in all the berths. Spread your arms out and feel the spaces. Walk up and down the deck. Get into every nook and cranny.

  • Now go and do it all again! Take photos, take notes, ask questions! No matter what though, most problems aren’t a dealbreaker depending on how much work you are prepared to do. And no matter what you find, there will always be things you didn’t!

 

 

Also - A really great article from 2017 delving into the question “Why millennials aren’t buying boats”

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