Last weekend I was preparing my canoe for a summer relaunch after a winter propped in the garage gathering dust and cobwebs. I’m very proud of my wee boat because I made it myself, so I was quite absorbed in touching up scrapes on the hull and adding a few coats of varnish to prolong its useful life. My arm still aches from all the scrubbing, scraping, sanding, rollering and painting, with more to come before the job’s done. But my own efforts are paltry and amateurish compared to the skill and scale of real traditional boatbuilders’ work.
A Cargo of Hope
A Cargo of Hope
A Cargo of Hope
Last weekend I was preparing my canoe for a summer relaunch after a winter propped in the garage gathering dust and cobwebs. I’m very proud of my wee boat because I made it myself, so I was quite absorbed in touching up scrapes on the hull and adding a few coats of varnish to prolong its useful life. My arm still aches from all the scrubbing, scraping, sanding, rollering and painting, with more to come before the job’s done. But my own efforts are paltry and amateurish compared to the skill and scale of real traditional boatbuilders’ work.