A yacht was wrecked under the cliffs a mile from our house. As the sea has bust it up I have been gathering bits of wrack. I am making small pieces as I work towards a bigger project.
The boat was built in Maldon, Essex in the early 1960s of mahogany on oak, as they say in the trade. It has been sad to see the sea break it into smaller and smaller pieces that the tides and currents have dispersed far and wide. But also fascinating to see the skill and ingenuity that went into its making. So much labour. So much effort. Sweat and swearing. Scraping and repairing. Skills accumulated through centuries of seafaring and experimentation.