|Frank Robson built the best of himself into one of these in my old owner builder workshops some years ago. He had two sails in the completed boat, then he died.
It was a tough gig.
A week out before his death, which we all knew was imminent, he stood with me as we prepared for the first sail. The boat rode at her line at the end of a wharf, back when there was water in the lower lakes of the River Murray in Australia.
The boats flag strained out flat, such was the wind. The bright storm sun caused the off white creaminess of the boat, and its teak and fittings to glow wildly against the brooding, scudding sky.
Frank had had a good life with many achievements, especially in the business world. We looked at the boat together, and, anticipating the kick as the wind caught the sails, we mused silently on the look of the boat.
Frank turned to me, and said, ..'this past three years, building this boat, have been the best of my life.'
She looked perfect.
We slipped the wharf, hauled on the sheets. She flew; in that stiff breeze we were passing 6 knots on the GPS really quickly, main fully reefed, both boards down, running before, as if the gods were urging her on.
We sailed all that afternoon.
Frank went below and had a short nap, then came back out again.
'It's the perfect boat for me Robert.
I love the chuckle under the lands; I love the stiffness of her, l love that I know she looks so beautiful to the world.
I am a happy man.'
Eun Na Mara is that kind of a boat. A cruising boat of your dreams.