My father is a boatbuilder. He loves the sea, boats, the wide expanse, the freedom. When I was a child, he left my mother and I behind at home in Ireland to work with Greenpeace, recording Whale activity off the coast of the Azores. I remember him training for the trip, doing a navigation course. He would come home with photocopies of blank signal flags, I would colour them to spell messages and watch him doing calculations as though it was a kind of magic.
When he returned from his voyage, the sea had bitten him. He couldn't get enough of the ocean.