Mudlark, build in 1953, is a modified version of the iconic Meadow Lark, a shallow-draft leeboard sharpie ketch designed by L Francis Herreshoff. But she is about to sink. Ian Scott decides to save her, and to do the work himself. This is the story of why and how he devoted many years to the restoration of Mudlark, and of what he learned in the process about wooden boats, the timbers they are made of, the designers and craftsmen who make and repair them, the tools they use and, not least, about himself. It is also the story of his imaginary conversation with Mudlark's ghosts: the designer, the naval architect who modified the sail plan, the commissioning owner and the builder. All are long dead, but their work lives on in Mudlark.
Talks about the restoration of wooden boats.
Long heralded as a city treasure herself, beloved “Mudlark” Lara Maiklem tirelessly treks along the Thames’ muddy shores, unearthing a myriad of artifacts and their stories—from Roman hairpins and perfectly preserved Tudor shoes to ...
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She turned to the ghosts, opened her arms wide and whispered, “Come to me.” She shone like a beacon and the spirits flowed toward her. As they passed through, she collected their fears and sorrows, their angers and hurts.
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#4 I learned that there were stories hidden in the mud as there had been stories hidden in the bricks, beams, and creaking floorboards of the farmhouse. I knew the ghosts of the past were waiting for me to discover them.
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