too many choices

"Talk about choices does not apply to me. While intelligence considers options, I am somewhere lost in the wind.” Rumi

Lack of choice would be a fine thing! I am so impatient right now. My bank account is bulging & I cannot find a sail boat suitable for me to go offshore with. 

Yes I have an Oughtred Ness Boat, but I find her rig unmanagabl, quite often overpowered & quite a wet boat. Water squirts from the centreboard casing & sploshes over the bow. Not particularly dangerous, but for the solo sailor, a handful. More than one & a half months ssilimg right help, I've only recently tuned her for easy sailing, but right now I would not pin my dreams on her. 

Oddly, my dumpy little 15' clinker, which I am presently refitting with for & aft seating & stowage, holds hope. She is quite stiff & her cuddy provides a modicum of peptection. I suspect that her new fit out, including fixed duckboards, will make her even more attractive. 

I guess the issue is the money itself. I am seeing craftsman built small cabin boats that I could easily afford & my balls swell in anticipation. The state of being a sailor in a small cabin at sea, sipping coffee, has eluded me for decades. There's never been the money or the capacity to break free of parenting duties. But now, with my youngest reaching out for steady work & some money behind me, I am restless.

This Welsford is moored in Tasmania. I've written the seller but suspect he's hanging on for a high price & quick sale at next weeks Tasmanian Wooden Boat Festival. The boat is sweet though. 

Then there's an Oughtred Wee Seal. A tad dearer, but beautiful & more seagoing, still with a centreboard. A real salty pocket knife of a cruiser. I'm due to ring the agent in an hour.