ID: 24177
Description
The magic of the Swatchways, Maurice Griffiths. Paperback. ISBN: 0-85177-385-0
Condition: As new (read with care, only once)
A much loved sailing classic. In the words of John Leather, \'few sailing books become classics like this one\', and since first publication in 1932 it has lost none of that fresh charm which has endeared it to so many generations of sailors. The Magic of the Swatchways rejoices in the natural romance of the wild and deserted creeks and views of the East Coast of England, speaking to those who love to explore in small boats. It is a book that will enthral anyone who is entranced by the peace and solitude of the creeks at night and the moan of the sea on the sands. The Magic of the Swatchways provides a fascinating insight into a unique and beautiful area which may never again be the same.
A note from the seller:
This book features a beautiful yacht called ?Swan?. As a child, I have very special and magical memories of sailing with her along the back waters of Essex with my sister and her husband who fortunate to have owned Swan for a time. I remember that she was around 70 years old then.
Condition: As new (read with care, only once)
A much loved sailing classic. In the words of John Leather, \'few sailing books become classics like this one\', and since first publication in 1932 it has lost none of that fresh charm which has endeared it to so many generations of sailors. The Magic of the Swatchways rejoices in the natural romance of the wild and deserted creeks and views of the East Coast of England, speaking to those who love to explore in small boats. It is a book that will enthral anyone who is entranced by the peace and solitude of the creeks at night and the moan of the sea on the sands. The Magic of the Swatchways provides a fascinating insight into a unique and beautiful area which may never again be the same.
A note from the seller:
This book features a beautiful yacht called ?Swan?. As a child, I have very special and magical memories of sailing with her along the back waters of Essex with my sister and her husband who fortunate to have owned Swan for a time. I remember that she was around 70 years old then.