I had a boat in Switzerland. Not quite as dramatic as Baroness Karen von Blixen-Finecke, but it's as good an opening as I can come up with.
The boat in question is small, with a blue hull and a white deck. Currently, it's buried beneath two feet of snow in a boatyard on the northern shore of Lake Neuchâtel, in the Canton of the same name.
The aim of the blog is to help entertain me as I attempt to learn the necessary knowledge required to obtain a Permis de Navigation since, despite holding an RYA Yachtmaster Offshore (Commercially Endorsed), under Swiss Law I'm not fit to operate a sailing vessel carrying over 15m2 of sail. The easy answer would have been to buy a boat with less than the aforesaid 15m2. But by buying something smaller I would have missed out on some moments that have made me laugh hysterically, sob with frustration and curse uncontrollaby as Swiss beaurocracy meets British gung-ho head on.
Not that any of that was my intention. We live by a lake, we like sailing, so we bought a boat. Simple really. Not this boat, not in this country.
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