“And I’m telling this story
In a faraway scene
Sipping down raki
And reading maynard keynes
And I’m thinking about home and all that means
And a place in the winter for dignity
And I’ll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I’ll be on my holidays
They’ll be doing their rounds
They’ll ask me how I got her I’ll say “I saved my money”
They’ll say isn’t she pretty that ship called dignity”
Ricky Ross – Deacon Blue
This posting is long overdue and should really have appeared late last summer. The tardiness stems from the fact that the matter it concerns is something about which I feel perhaps unexpectedly emotional.
Let me explain…
My last post featured the rediscovery of The Waterboys’ classic track – “The Whole of the Moon”. This led – as such things often do – to the revisiting of another great Scottish song – Deacon Blue’s “A Ship Called Dignity”. Now, regular readers with long memories might just recall that this song has been referenced in these jottings before – the context for which was as follows:
Back in the day – way before we moved to Canada – The Girl and I had many a discussion as to what our new life might look like; where we would live… what we might get up to… what we would not… It was not always certain that we would end up in – or indeed near – Victoria but one of the things that finally swayed me – after a number of visits and the very great joy of getting married amongst friends and family on the Saanich Peninsula – was that I really loved the idea of living within sight of the ocean. Sweeping vistas of snow-capped mountains would just be the icing on the cake.
But that wasn’t all! To move away from the country of one’s birth – the place where one grew up – and to cross the sea to a whole different continent – is no small matter and the decision so to do was not taken lightly. I suggested that what might really seal the deal for me was to be able to fulfill a very long-standing dream…
…of owning a boat!
I couldn’t help but think that it would be a shame to live within sight of the sea but not to be able to play thereon.
Fortunately, The Girl is who she is – and operates the way that she does – and we agreed that a handy lump sum from one of my pensions should be used for that end.
It took a year to find the right boat – an old but characterful 20ft Double Eagle – and I decided that she should take her name from Ricky Ross’s song. ‘Dignity’ seemed to me to be appropriate.
So – what is all this about last summer?
Tune in next time…













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