One big bit - my home. It hasn't been my home in over a year, but when you spend 5 years living in a place - or rather on a place - it becomes a big part of who you are - or were.
NB Friendship is going up for sale. Almost 6 years to the day when we first bought her, she will be at Whilton Marina where, hopefully, she will be bought by someone who, like my ex and I, is looking for a new way of life.
The boat was good to us. She was cold, she was cramped at times - but she took us up and down the UK, to corners of the country we'd not have seen otherwise. If you've never seen the hills of Flecknoe - if you've not moored under a 200 year old wrought iron bridge - if you've not seen the detail and intricacy of the stonework on the aquaducts and tunnels that carry the canal through this UK - you won't know what I mean. If you have, you will.
It's hard not to feel sentimental about it. It's hard not to feel like something special is going - and I'm not able to stop it - nor should I - but it hurts a little bit.