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Previous | Contents | Next Heather was bringing in most of the family’s income, which I’ve already admitted wasn’t great for the male psyche — and one reason why I look back to what I was doing then with mixed feelings. Excitement at what we tried to do, guilt for walking away from it. Amazement ... Read more
Previous | Contents | If you landed here from the outside world, understand that this page Is part of a bigger, personal project. I’ve tried to keep my personal engagement with Brian Donovan in the 1970s to a separate page, where you’ll find more about him and his work. Another article relates ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next § Brian Donovan was our guru when we started building our brigantine at Span Farm, but ferrocement was one of those collaborative 1970s subcultures, centred around designers like him and Richard Hartley, a few industry figures and the New Zealand Ferro Cement Marine Association Inc. ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next Put something in front of Heather and she’ll do it. Organise it. Make it happen. I’m just a bit lazier than her, the sort that used to say that I had no interest in farming if it meant getting up early to milk the cows. ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next “I reckon we can build it,” he’d said, “but I’m not sure we can sail it round the world.” I said, “That’s OK, I’m sure we can sail around the world — I’m just not so sure we can build it!” He laughed when I ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next Some time after the 1971 school year finished Ken and Dianne moved up to Auckland and rented a place in Green Bay so they could join us. Ken got a job teaching art at Lynnfield College. Brian Donovan had a lease arrangement on an old boatyard and ... Read more