Reclaimed red cedar strip planking was used on the exterior shell.
Sleeping on a hammock like a real sailor!
Now that's something you don't see everyday: A giant floating egg!Yes, Virginia. The British are a little different from you and me. Not only are they super competive, they're very eccentric. Thank God! We need a little more levity in this seemingly sour world.
"Created by Stephen Turner, the Exbury Egg will be a temporary, energy efficient self-sustaining work space for artist Stephen Turner in the estuary of the River Beaulieu. It is a place to stay and a laboratory for studying the life of a tidal creek, a collecting and collating centre with integral storage & display areas. It will take on the patina of 730 daily tides below the water line, and 365 days of weathering by wind, rain and bleaching by the sun above."
They are strange sea creatures who surfers encounter every once in a while out on the water.Recently, they have been spotted together in large schools swimming in the waves. Some photographers have even been seen desperately chasing after sailboats. God only knows why.
Is the Laser as dead as a Dodo, Joe? I don't know.
Will they appear along the roadside like your old beloved Banshee, lonely and unloved waiting for you to restore? What did that Laser sailor say to me about restoring the Banshee when I posted on Sailing Anarchy? Oh yeah, it's a dead class. Don't waste your time, it's only fit to be sunk and turned into a reef.
Or will the Laser shrink into a miniscule class with a few true believers?
But wait! For a limited time only, you too can transform your Laser into a Torch. That's right, you won't be left behind. Call or visit our website today and order your new sails with our logo on it. You'll need it if you want to sail in the Rio Olympics or any local regatta. You don't want to end up being mocked and derided by all the cool people. Act today, before it's too late.
A big thank you to Pat Byrnes for the inspiration.
A rare sighting of a former Bay Area baby boomer's vehicle spotted outside my house.(The ones who migrated to the East Bay oasis of Berkeley and then followed their bliss on to New Mexico...sorry Carol Anne and Pat. You know the type I'm talking about.) I wonder, when does the message get lost in the woods?...Mind you, she still has empty space on her roof and sides.