|Sometimes beauty transcends reason. Form does not always relate to function, though in this case it is a marriage. Elf is a Norwegian Faering, or at least Iain's interpretation. This is a functional, seaworthy incredibly beautiful small ship. It is also one of the most ancient hull forms. Seeing her for the first time reminded me of the Sutton Hoo boat in Greenwich, thousands and thousands of years old. And all lapped planks and sewn together.
Building Elf will have the race memory juices that Jung hints at running on all eight. There will be times in that workshop where the moaning chair has been taken, because some joint or other would not fit right. And you look over the boat, the Elf, as she takes her shape in front of you. The hair creeps on the back of your neck, and for tiniest moment you suspect that you are not alone.
Judith Wright, a loved Australian poet once wrote about our obligation to the past. We are, she said, the living vision of dead men's eyes. And in that moment, we know what she means. Soon you will go back and fit that joint, perfectly. You will know, as you later see this special boat's reflection in the waves, that you will have done credit to and become part of the continuum of that ancient past.
Two oarsmen, tandem wise.