At last a home but - alas - a temporary one
 

The boss brought me from Cornwall to his garden in Saint-Tropez - a trip that didn't help my deteriorating condition.  In the process, my lead keel was detached from my hull and fell apart in three pieces.  I had previously lost all my spars and sails.

My condition was a disaster.  Here's what I looked like when I arrived.

Being transported from Cogolin on the Gulf of Saint-Tropez


And then arriving at the boss' home and garden.
And here's a closer look at me