It has been a while … a very long while … and I’ve been meaning to write this for some time but never had the courage to do it. But this blog needs closure, firstly so that you (the reader) don’t think we all died at sea, and secondly because that is perhaps a good way to move forward and give birth to new sailing adventures at some point in the future.
So the year was 2020 and we were just getting into a pandemic that would then last an eternity. The Witch had lived another winter ashore in Povoa de Varzim, through rain and strong winds. While her hull was still strong, her teak veneer deck not so much; it had taken a bit of water and was gradually and softly coming down (aka rotting). The old diesel engine had had its time too, and it was impossible to keep the bilge empty of oils or the boat free of stinking diesel smells. New upholstery came into thought for a minute, but in all honesty, redoing it would have been a waste, as the rain from above would have moulded everything and the diesel from below would have made it stink in no time. She was old after all, 40 years old. Sadly, rebuilding her would have cost more than a new version of her.
On top of this, crew was in short supply due to the pandemic, and so were funds. For those who don’t know, and if you ever thing that having a boat is a good investment, let it be known that it is an endless money pit and that getting one is probably and simultaneously the worst and best decisions anyone can ever make in his or her lifetime. Financially it is brutally and bluntly stupid for anyone who isn’t rich. But there is also in it an endless sense of adventure, of freedom, of survival, of relaxation, of accomplishment, of pride, and of so many acquaintances and friendships made when reaching a safe harbour, which no price will ever be too high.
And so she went, either to her grave or to a new version of her, I don’t know to this day. The buyer said she was going to be rebuilt but I suspect that in her state, the former to be more likely. She went, looking splendid.
And because once a fool, always a fool, I can foolishly say I would have done it all over again, and will hopefully do it again! So until the next adventure. Witch out.
White Witch was undoubtedly precious to you. I have seen the effort and dedication you had for her. But hey she will be remembered by many of your friends and to me unforgettable⛵️??. Keep going you will find or encounter other super dream salli⛵️?♥️
Hi Joao c.s.,
Thanks for your message. Understandable but sad to read this message. As son of the builder (Tjapko van Bruggen) I can say that we have had lovely times with the Whitch and know that you also had. Thanks for all the info and giving her a second life after my father had to say goodby to her. We enjoyed all the messages and cherish that you have taken good care of her. The painting you are showing is still hanging proudly in my office and will remain there. All the best and we hope the new owner will keep her alive …. Otherwise it has good as it is. Best regards to all, Jaap van Bruggen (The Netherlands)