We took the plunge, bit the bullet, broke the ice, took the first step…
We bought a car!
She’s a bit tatty, is neither comfortable nor fast, and manages to be square hipped, shouldered and jawed.
Without further ado, let me introduce Beryl…
Yes, she’s a Volvo.
I did say once that I’d never own a Volvo, yet here I am. The good wife points out that the car is in her name, so I could argue a technicality.
Blue Beryl, the Ballistic Brick, is a marina car. For those unfamiliar with the term, it arises from the situation that many live-aboards find themselves in; a requirement for transport, but only occasionally. Marinas are rarely built next to industrial supply areas or supermarkets, and rarely have a bus service nearby, so the live-aboard boat owner finds himself walking a lot or getting a lift in somebody else’s marina car.
Beryl was originally bought by some cruisers down from Sydney when they wintered over here, sold to another cruising couple when the Sydney-siders departed last summer, and now sold to us. We’ll sell her on too, hopefully to another set of cruisers in the marina, but in the meantime, for the first time in 5 years, we have a car.
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