Why did I want to build a boat, and sail in her? Addictions may come early in life as a child, and have the property of not going away. Whatever one tries to do about it. Mine came when I arrived on a ferry in the harbor of Terneuzen on a bright sunny morning, and saw a sailing vessel at the opposite side of the pontoon. It was the only one, as times were harsh after WWII. And I was hooked.
As with most addictions, one might be better off (?), forcing them to the back of the mind by life's realities (as my other blog reveals: reinierscheele75). But then at last, being retired, I had the freedom to delve in my early addiction.
Does it make sense to build a boat? No, it does not. It is far better to have her build by others. Be it in the past, if you are poor, or in the present, when you are rich. It is not that bad to go for the first option, even if you are rich. First of all these boats are relatively cheap nowadays, cheaper than building them yourself from scratch. But they also have a record of their proven qualities and, above all, their peculiarities. Often, one can do something substantial about the latter, so one is better off, with a sound vessel in the end. However, it was not going to be, as addictions prevail.
Ode aan Laura Dekker
waar zilte zee ons dra te voeren staat
waar lange deining voorbij de klare einder rolt
waar squators' adem d'oude zeilen bolt
daar stuur' een vaste hand - recht zo die gaat
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