I’ve spent a few days away from the workshop. Maintaining the single-mindedness necessary to keep the build at the top of my list of priorit...

Pulga is Spanish for flea. The pulga in this story is a boat and its story is a short one. In the gloomy post-civil war days, this sp...

This is one of the bodies of water on which I’d like to float my Trow. It’s El Port d’Alfacs on the south side of the river Ebro Delta at t...

"I am a citizen of the most beautiful nation on earth. A nation whose laws are harsh yet simple, a nation that never cheats, which is i...

The work is getting noticeably easier and quicker, it’s just practice but all the same, satisfying to notice the change. Though not readily ...

Well here it is, the bare bones, the Trow’s skeleton, the rib cage. I’ve been looking forward to this moment, the first time I get to see...

My Mother-in-law’s been round to check out the bearer of her ashes: my Trow. Apparently she’s been talking to her friends in Barcelona about...