First published on here in April 2012 – I stumbled across it again while looking for the Red Roofed Cottage near Shieldaig. I enjoyed writing – ‘if Boats Could Talk’ so much I’ve brought it forward to December 2016.
If boats could talk perhaps this old clinker built twenty four footer would tell us why she ended her days abandoned on the banks of the River Dee —
She could tell us about the chap who sat down with a piece of paper and designed her curves —
She could tell us of how they steamed the wood and put the bend into her ribs – of the people who sailed her and the goods she carried.
She might even have something to say about the guy who made the temporary repair in her latter years by hammering a multitude of galvanised roofing nails into the rotten timbers that held her together at the bows.
But it wasn’t enough in the end and with daylight showing through – to be beached on the dry riverbank was the best thing for her —
At least she has found a pleasant place to end her days with brambles growing over her
and surrounded by daffodils in season —
I’ve been meaning to take a photo of that old boat for some time and today was the day. I nipped over the new fence and did just that while on my way to the Ross for a walk in a mixture of sunshine and hailstones. A fresh day to be out and I loved it —
With this view from the cattle pens across the Solway Firth and the Robin Wind Turbines to the snow capped Lakeland Hills even the most miserable amongst us would smile —
Although I did provoke a mini-stampede on the way there —
but they settled down before long —
If boats could talk