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growing up that I became interested again. I had built a couple of stick and canvas eleven foot canoes for them and they splashed about in the low tide channels on the Solway. Soon they had to have sails like proper boats had, so we made two little square sails, about 12 or 16 square feet and these proved very successful. They would paddle down the channel into the wind and sail back at a great speed with shouts of delight. It wasn't long before Dad had to have a go - I was hooked in spite of the small rig. The next job, quite clearly, was to build a man-size outfit and before long a rudder and leeboard. It was great fun going out to meet the incoming tide and sailing home in spite of just a simple square s'l.
For most of the rest of that summer learning to point and at least being able to make very slow progress upwind. It was hard to find books about canoe sailing and I had to resort to reading about large sailboats. Eventually a trip to the US and the maritime museums at Mystic and Blue Lake. Delving about in their library revealed all sorts of books, journals and old letters and within them all my ideas that had cost me sleepless nights came to light. I couldn't help but feel just a bit miffed but at least it showed that I was right in what I had built, even if the proportions were a bit out.
So back home and start on a new outfit, an eighteen foot GRP hull from Colin Broadway, build a new rudder and leeboard, this time to the right proportions. Order a new Lateen rig from the sail maker who I had met in my travels. The result was more satisfactory than we dared hope; we could actually sail well to windward and the new board and rudder worked well, the boat was easily handled and fast in anything of a wind. At the end of that year three of us, Tim Delaney who had spent a lot of time with the boat, my son Adam and myself went up to Loch Lomond at the invitation of the 10 square metre fleet. Winds were very light and very heavy rain, the race was called off, crews were just sitting out there getting wet. In the spring of 1990 I optimistically put an advert in the Canoeist magazine, for which I had written a number of articles on canoes and canoe sailing, saying that there would be a race for sailing canoes on Ullswater at the end of May. I can remember sitting in the car park by myself wondering who would come, would anybody come? (Read Part 2.)
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