'His arm looks a bit blue,' I say, regretting that I didn't bring any purple ink.
Fred checks that the model is OK and says, 'Colour happens.'
To the sound of a dishwasher, I'm drawing a private class, led by Olympic-standard rigger, model and teacher Gorgone.
Listen to the rope, says Gorgone.
She feels she has more control as a model than as a rigger.
The other Fred shows me his hands raw from smoothing out the kinks in new ropes. It makes me think of picking oakum - unravelling tarry ropes in order to make bulky material needed for ship-building. This labour or punishment was assigned to Victorian prisoners and workhouse inmates.
Thanks to Gorgone, Munster Mash, Fred Hatt, Miss Bones.
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