Building an Albert Strange yawl from 1913
I looked far and wide for the perfect boat to build. An elusive endeavor since nearly every boat I looked at fascinated me somehow. But when I first saw the drawings of Theresa II, I was taken like no other. It is hard to describe how it rushed off the page and swooned my imagination. I looked beyond that image and saw sparkles on the sea and the sheer cliffs of the Scottish coastline. I was stricken.
It was like I was 14 again and the most beautiful girl I had ever seen had just smiled.
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