the following morning i brought hugh to newquay airport to fly home again.i'd been thinking about changing the boats name,perhaps back to the arkincastle or something new.my mother after a few drinks the night before had announced she wanted it changed to dolly pentreath,the name of the last true speaker of cornish and i had given it some thought as this was the first time she had shown any interest in the boat,and it would have been a nice gesture but she definitely didnt look like a dolly to me.so as i was driving along thinking on these things,hugh suddenly piped up,"you're not going to change the name of the boat are ya?"good lord,he's a mind reader!"well i was thinking about it,hugh yeah,why?"."ah jesus dont,theres a story behind that name,i'll tell ya"turned out after he'd bought the boat he got very sick and ended up in hospital.whilst recovering in the ward he got friendly with the patient in the bed opposite.turned out this man was bringing the bones of saint therese from france to ireland for some sort of religious ceremony.anyone who came into contact with her bones were supposed to be blessed with good health.so basically as far as i can remember,hugh got to see the bones and recovered afterwards,changing the name of the boat from arkincastle to saint therese in honour of her."ah dont change her name,mick(he never got my name right)she'll look after you with that name"well i didnt feel like she'd really looked after me so far,but i get superstitious around boats so it was decided,saint therese she'll stay.