a sail cruise and a building infatuation

Friday last charlie and I hitch lurgy on and dragged him to a ramp by an old WWII Catalina sea plane airbase. Its a great place to launch because its protected from the worst of any potential wind direction. 

It is school holidays and I was expecting a crowd, but got the opposite and using the ramp and finger wharf without pressure from other boaters, was a highlight of the day. 

Apart from our lunch break when we ran lurgy up into the weedy bank, lurgy never touched ground all day. The wind from NW was fitful, from 3-12 knots at any time. At least it kept our interest peaked.

I had an idea to sail upstream, into the wind and into a shallow corner of the lake. We stopped for coffee, mandarins and biscuits and just soaked up the serenity. I took a photo of the nay downwind of us, not knowing at the time that one of the boats captured would strike a heartstring. 

 At first glance she was a wreck. Her covers are shredded, her hull is foul and a port light rotted out, has been covered with black tape. But she caught my eye on the way home, ooh a curvy sheer, a sweet proportioned hull, not too fat or lanky, and a ketch rig. And yes, my weakness, a canoe stern. At home reading Edward Allcard's voyage around the horn in a boat he found derelict and refitted, has me dreaming big.