Robert Leask wrote:
What keeps me at it is taking a moment to stand back and look at what I've done. My boat has been my home for many years, and taken me more places than I can relate, and it was once only a mental image. Then an image on paper, then liines on the loft floor, and finally the good ship Loon. After all these years I can still see that image in my mind. A dream made real, by my own hands.
Thats why we do it. The whine of drills, the buzz of power planes, the smell of epoxy in the morning, instant coffee rimed with sawdust, and a dream. If I weren't so old, I would build another. I'm enjoying your photographic boat building documentary, your pictures evoke all those sights, sounds and smells of building a wood boat.
Is boatbuilding a means to an end, or an end in itself?
Hey Robert: for someone who is a romantic first, an engineer second and a sailor third, I'm compelled to say that the few sentences above encapsulate something I feel I'm missing by not building a boat. I can imagine few things more satisfying than crafting a home capable of traversing oceans, and I envy you, Annie, and all those who have the satisfaction of physically processing that dream into a reality. I'm left to imagine how potent and cathartic it feels to have the satisfaction of exploring the world, or a favourite corner of it, in a vessel of your own creation.
Thank you for the words above; they've had quite an impact.