|   Outside, the tall gum trees are moving in response 
                            to a chill winter breeze. Wallabies browse on lucerne 
                            pellets and on the plants in the precious garden, 
                            cold-weather fur having thickened their coats for 
                            some time now. A silver moon casts shadows on the 
                            brown grass – grass which will carry frost in 
                            the morning. It is a cold night… 
                          But come on in, Shipmates (to steal a line from the 
                            late William Atkin), come on in and join us in front 
                            of the fire. Although we may be in the bush, the atmosphere 
                            is filled with good humour and talk of matters nautical. 
                            We may not be in the cabin of a small yacht, but the 
                            floor is scattered with boat books and plans, and 
                            our thoughts range over bays, inlets and islands. 
                          Many, many years ago I thought I was almost alone 
                            in this obsession with boats – but of course, 
                            I was wrong… 
                          On this particular evening we are working out the 
                            details of the perfect beachcruiser. She must be small 
                            enough to be hauled up a beach or onto a trailer by 
                            one person, yet large enough to carry a load. Her 
                            insides must be laid out to facilitate sleeping in 
                            comfort, yet still be set up for worthwhile rowing 
                            and sailing. The rig must stow inside the length of 
                            the boat so that trailing is easy, but the sails must 
                            be large enough to make sailing her a spirited challenge. 
                            She must be wide enough to stand up to her rig, yet 
                            narrow enough to row easily and efficiently with easy-to-stow 
                            seven foot oars 
                          
                             
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                                We are working 
                                  out the details of the perfect beachcruiser. 
                                  She must be small enough to be hauled up a beach 
                                  or onto a trailer by one person, yet large enough 
                                  to carry a load.  | 
                             
                           
                          Good looks are important, as is a construction method 
                            which is efficient and strong. Yes, this boat must 
                            also be quick to build, because most of us are impatient 
                            to finish, and have little time to spare from the 
                            pressures of normal lives – but we expect her 
                            to last for three generations or more. If we misjudge 
                            the weather, we need her to bring us home in safety 
                            and to carry enough emergency buoyancy to ensure that 
                            we can self-rescue without calling the coast guard 
                            – the list goes on… 
                          This boat has already floated clear of the drawing 
                            board, and this session of talk is just about details 
                            of tenting and sleeping facilities. Her designer was 
                            nervous before the first launching – Would she 
                            float on her lines? Would she stand up to her generous 
                            rig? Would the centerboard allow her to go where she 
                            looked when on the wind? Would she carry excess weather 
                            helm? – question after question crowded his 
                            uneasy mind, causing him to pace, and to talk quickly… 
                          She floats! Sails are filled and off we go – 
                            fears of failure evaporate and we smile as the little 
                            craft lifts and plunges through the short, steep chop 
                            on this blustery launching day. All too soon the trial 
                            sail is over, but the excitement of the trip lasts 
                            long into the launch-day evening and makes waking 
                            thoughts happy ones… 
                          But back to our warm, fire lit room. My companions 
                            recline in comfortable seats, bookshelves within easy 
                            reach. We had some liquid refreshments earlier, and 
                            now our conversation comes easily. “I think 
                            you are complicating internal arrangements too much,” 
                            says one, “you need to keep her insides clear 
                            and uncluttered.” 
                          His antagonist insists that drop-in boxes shaped 
                            to fit the contours of the hull are sensible to keep 
                            camping gear dry and out from underfoot.  
                          “Well I can give you dimensions for the correctly 
                            shaped boxes,” says another, “but I agree 
                            with xxxx, you can stow all the gear you would ever 
                            need in the built-in buoyancy compartments already 
                            in the design.” 
                          “But,” says yyyy, “you shouldn’t 
                            fill buoyancy compartments with heavy items, especially 
                            compartments in the ends of the boat. If you do, the 
                            inertia will reduce the boat’s ability to rise 
                            quickly to waves. She will end up wetter.” He 
                            continued, “I would put my stuff in watertight 
                            canoe bags and stow them as close to the centre of 
                            buoyancy of the boat as possible.” 
                          Mr. xxxx chimed in with the comment, “Yes, 
                            and light stuff can go up under the side decks – 
                            we already know that the oars and camping stretcher 
                            fit there quite well.” 
                          The conversation ranged back and forth for hours, 
                            covering all sorts of similar detail. This type of 
                            companionship seems rare these days, which is unfortunate 
                            because it seems a lot better than sitting in front 
                            of a television or a computer screen. 
                          Boats such as the one being discussed by our fireside 
                            friends are quite simple to build, and if done with 
                            care, will last for a very long time indeed. The first 
                            cost is low, but only if you supply the labour yourself. 
                            A boat built by a professional builder will necessarily 
                            be quite expensive if built properly. If the quoted 
                            price is low, you can be sure that the builder has 
                            taken short cuts. 
                          But why not build the boat yourself? There are plenty 
                            of good building books and plans around the place, 
                            and the process of building your own boat will provide 
                            challenges and satisfaction in equal measure.  
                          So, sit around the fire, talk with friends, and dream 
                            of adventures to come. 
                           
                            
                           
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