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May 2009: Latest Salcombe Yawl nearing completion. |
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Please click through the gallery below to view her being built.
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Initial templates.
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Keeping the customer happy
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Planing down the thwart.
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Duel sided cleat well let in to thwart for vertical cleating.
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The bow section. Capping veneer over top plank to hide all rivets for aesthetics when varnished.
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The ribs in full view. 9 planks instead of 11 to reduce wetted area.
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From the front.
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Clamping the keel stock.
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View from aft.
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Applying the varnish.
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Applying the varnish.
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Adding the Top Decking.
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Finishing off the varnishing.
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Finishing off the varnishing.
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Painting the hull.
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Painting the hull.
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Red Rooster.
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The finished article. All those busy months proved worthwhile. See you on the start line!
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After crewing in Merlin Rockets until
2003, Kevin has now successfully progressed to the Salcombe Yawl
class. Teaming up with Spud Rowsell, from the renowned Rowsell
and Morrison boat builders, they finished in first place during Salcombe
Yacht Club Regatta in 2004 and 2005 and finishing second in 2006.
The Boatyard at Beer has become synonymous for
all the maintainance and building of Salcombe Yawls. Wood craftmanship has always
been Kevin's greatest passion.
One of the first Yawl commisions at The Boatyard was to redeck a 1960's
Salcombe Yawl 'ITOLDYOUSO' bringing her back to her original
appearance. As the images above illustrate, she not only needed
a completely new top section but strengthening throughout including
varnishing. The boat has successfully been brought back to racing specification.
'Stonechat', Salcombe Yawl 20, originally built in 1952, has recently
been delivered to her owner after a very successfuly major overhaul. View
the photos of this remarkable revamp>> |
WE are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 1844–1881
   
    
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