The Moment I Found Wildflower
The Moment I Found Wildflower Sometimes, the sea finds us in unexpected ways, pulling us toward the stories we didn’t know we were meant to tell. My journey that day began simply enough—I was searching for a friend to lend me a trailer. My goal was to pick up a Vaurien , a boat that had been a cornerstone of my sailing life as a child. My father and I had shared countless hours on the water with that boat, its lines and movements etched into my earliest memories. To bring one back into my life felt like rekindling a connection to both my past and the sea. The trailer was supposed to be at a shipyard located in an old farmhouse, a place I’d never been before. When I arrived, I was struck by the stillness of the space. The farmhouse was worn, its walls and timbers bearing the weight of time and stories. The shipyard surrounding it felt forgotten—boats in various states of disrepair rested on cradles and trailers, some clearly abandoned to the elements. It was the kind of place that...
