On my drive home last night, in the dark, pretty much on automatic pilot, I noticed I was following a truck with an unusual load.  It was transporting a boat.

The Randan 2 wasn’t a huge boat, but big enough to require a flat-bed articulated lorry.

I’ve seen trucks carrying boats before, but never gave them a second glance.  Being stuck behind one in the rain made me think of how out of place it really was up there, towering over me in my car.

My first thought was of the sheer hassle it must have been to get it on there and secure it to the back of the lorry.  There were props and ties and all sorts to make sure it stayed there, balanced precariously on its keel.  And it was all lashed with tarpaulin to protect it, I presume from the weather and grime on the road.

I like boats.  Well, I’ll qualify that; I like decent-sized boats with engines in them, bristling with gadgets.  Maybe one day, when I’m rich, I’ll have a boat.  But I’d be in Monaco driving up and down the sea in my boat, being all warm and tanned, in the sunshine.  Not on a rainy M8 between Edinburgh and Glasgow in March.

Until last night I only considered boats as floating objects. But I’ve now decided I also like the idea of boats on the back of trucks too.  We should have more of that.