I have been looking at my crystal balls and this is what I see: I see the originally recovered parts of K7 removed, not to the Ruskin Museum, but to a facility elsewhere. I see a former cabbage salesman waving a chequebook on behalf of the CFHT. I see K7, not restored faithfully to original specifications but cobbled together into an engineless, visually approximate replica. I hear the Ruskin Museum asking: “May we display her now?”. I hear the reply: “Not until you agree to amend the deed of gift, because half the boat is ours now”. I see K7 spending six months a year in the Ruskin Museum and six months on tour, in the company of an old teddy bear. I see two cousins counting their Ill-gotten gains. I hear much wailing and gnashing of teeth in the town of Coniston, along with cries of “oh deary!”. Disclaimer: None of this could possibly be true, because I am not a clairvoyant and my balls aren’t made of crystal.