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Gnuyak

Gnuyak is a modified LT16 from Chesapeake Light Craft. The hull is stitch and glue, as per the plans, but I built a strip plank deck for a bit of pzazz. A few extra beams were needed as formers. The cockpit coaming is laminated from salvaged mahogany bench seats from a deconstructed Enterprise sailing dinghy. The seat is a cut down IKEA office chair, and is a perfect fit. The fletched detailing strip was made from an old mahogany table top plus pallet wood. Motive power is a Greenland paddle made from laminated pallet wood.

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From the River

The river takes, and the river gives. The fish were carved from the teak of a drifting boat hatch, the base from a driftwood oak branch. I retrieve on almost every outing – discarded fragments of trawler nets, plastic rubbish, bits of boat, single flip-flops, lost balls…. Wherever possible I give things a new life. One way or another, very little goes back into the waste stream.

Rush / No Rush

A misty moisty morning, and gentle was the weather. We paddled past bullrushes on our way to the weir. No blueberries this year. Soon, ashore by the sluice, we were tucking in to our flasks of porridge laced with Birdy’s Devon honey. The coffee was brewing.

Happy days.

Gnoodle

Meet Gnoodle, Gnu-Gnu’s little sister. For the grand-children but just big enough for little old me. The wood is mainly cedar; detailing is from pallet wood and an old mahogany table, gunwhales are ash from an old barn roof. The Greenland paddle is pallet wood.

Dancing in the Moonlight

Down-river to the sea, the sun was setting over these Devon hills. A couple of miles, then I turned to face the moon, full and high. Up-river now, guided by a silvery light, to the weir at the tidal limit. An occasional hooting owl, a rustling in the reeds, but otherwise a beautiful stillness, the water mirror-calm. Two hours on and I was back at the slipway. Not another soul from start to finish.

Plastic Unfantastic

A misty moisty morning on the river today.

Along about 200m of shore only accessible from the water, this was my haul. Destined to be mixed with concrete for footings for a garden wall.

The Pointy Paddle

Mrs Potter finds her normal blade tiring after a while, so I made this one for her. The thinking is that the centre of effort is closer to the fulcrum at the lower hand, so the load on the upper hand and arm is less. It’s also light. I didn’t expect it to be particularly powerful or dynamic. Mrs Potter finds her normal blade tiring after a while, so I made this one for her. The thinking is that the centre of effort is closer to the fulcrum at the lower hand, so the load on the upper hand and arm is less. It’s also light. I didn’t expect it to be particularly powerful or dynamic.

But it is!

I use it when Mrs P has better things to do and I paddle on my own. For now, it’s my go-to blade. An unexpected bonus, when I set off in the shallows early on a flood tide, is its use as a pole. The pointy tip engages with the firm river bed under the mud far more effectively than a broad blade, and releases easily from the mud’s gooey grip.

Maybe the Zulus were onto something.

An Early Breakfast

The upside: we can leave home and, ten minutes later, be paddling off down the river. The downside (or is it?): the river is tidal. Miss the tide and it’s mud, not water. Spring tides are biggest and best, and here in the West Country they peak early morning / early evening. Today we used a 5m tide to pick otherwise inaccessible blueberries. Afterwards we landed on the derelict sluice by the weir and spooned steaming hot porridge from our flasks, laced with honey.

A Night in the Bilges

From the river the spot looked good for a night under the stars, but on arrival a thick sludge of weed and mud precluded a bivi ashore. Plenty of dry wood on the beach to heat up the dahl. A cold beer, a naan, then snug down in the bilges to spy for Perseids.