….despite her lack of polish, ‘Silver Mist’ touched the heart with a certain, quiet charm. Her weight was reassuring; her smallness an inspiration. She might have been a ship’s boat years ago, when sailors were small….
from: Silver Mist and beyond: My Father as Mariner
A lot of memories there — small boys learning to sail.
The beginning of the voyage (Paddle-pusher aside)….
I see the family resemblance here–I like to see that.
As kids we had a little wooden boat up on the Murray with oars and a one and a half HP Seagull outboard motor and we were like Huck Finn and friends. It was heavy compared to the aluminium boats which rendered the wooden ones obsolete but, even then, I liked the wood.
“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”
From: The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame