The only way to design the cockpit was to go sailing. A dry sail. The only picture with details, look to first page of this blog, gives us some insight but leaves us with a few questions. Put on a play. Its blowing 25, we are five strong, the mark is only a yard away, now where is the winch? Are my elbows in your face? In the picture his leg is here and mine measures 32”. The fog roles in, 1931.
Monday, September 24, 2007