I often describe my island as a long sausage - so narrow, so close we all live to the water's edge.
We, the people of the north sea, north atlantic and nordic world, we can't escape from wind and spray.So we build boats to weave friendship and connections.
Da boat, as it is known on all fringes of my island, has long remained the traditional means of transport...
We have special boats here on this latitude, handcrafted and modelled on the viking one... Wood and rivets, kabe, hamle- humli- humblyband.
Ropes, lines, riggings
...Wood and rivets, kabe, hamle- humli- humblyband. To me it sounds like a rengaine, earth leitmotive... And when I tie it to a friend, our nomadism braves each wave from Bressay Sound to the Firth of Lorn :-))
What does it mean to the nomad? ...An opening to our own world.