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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