Thursday, 11 September 2008

Splash, rip, splash, rip...

"Having someone throw buckets of cold saltwater at your face while you rip up fifty pound notes."

That's sailing, according to one definition. In a hat tip to the excellent John Frankland, who took us on this course I'm just back from, allow me to introduce you to his son's blog. This lad is building a fully functioning submarine in his dad's garage. How good is that? The blog records his progress. Frankland senior built a boat in his early twenties and sailed it from England to Guernsey, so I'd say there's a fair chance of F junior disappearing safely beneath the waves before too long. Three cheers for people who still do slightly mad stuff like this. 

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