‘Nice? It’s the ONLY thing,’ said the Water Rat solemnly, as he leant forward for his stroke. `Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING–absolute nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,’ he went on dreamily: `messing–about–in–boats; messing—-‘ The Wind in the Willows

I love boats, not sure why and I don’t try to understand it. I just know that I love them. Each one has its own character and can tell their own stories. They bring us joy and allow us to spend time on the ocean and the freedom that she brings.

They allow us to float on another world and it seems that our cares often float away when we’re in that other world.

I love boats.