Our humble coracle emerged from the wood, suddenly springing to life. There it was—our boat. It might not be a pristine showroom model, looking a bit rough around the edges, but it was ours and ready for an adventure.
With the final touch of wrapping the boat in plastic sheeting, we were set to go. The coracle represented more than just transportation; it was a solution crafted for this singular journey. Holding true to tradition, we set sail.
Despite its ramshackle appearance, our handmade vessel somehow stayed afloat. For the first time in 60 years, Anthony’s passage would be accessed from the sea. The destination, once safe from invasive forces and the envy of others, was now within reach. As we launched our boat, the journey ahead promised to be anything but ordinary.
