A Confusion of Outriggers |
More Outriggers |
I made my way down to its waterfront location, cursing each and every road junction I came to, where I had to stand for an eternity in the cascades of water, waiting for the narrow time slots allocated to pedestrian crossing. It seemed as if the entire Tasman Sea was being deposited here.
NZL32 - America's Cup Winner in 1995 |
America's Cup Replica |
The time voyage then worked its way through the European maritime aspects relevant to the country: the trading and whaling ships, and also included a replica of the steerage-class cabin of a 19th century immigrant ship, complete with motion and sound effects. To bring it up to date, galleries covered New Zealand's yachting history and its involvement in the Whitbread Round the World Yacht Race, the America's Cup and the Louis Vuitton Cup.
NZL32, the racing yacht that Peter Blake and his crew won the 1994 America's Cup in, was also housed in the museum. A replica of a classic 1950s holiday bach added a touch of nostalgia to the museum. A more recent showcase, Blue Water Black Magic, provided a tribute to Sir Peter Blake, New Zealand's most celebrated sailor, who was murdered in 2001 while on an environmental monitoring trip on the Amazon.
At the end of the sequence of rooms, I came across the ship model maker's room, and fortunately today he was open. I entered his small workshop, cosy and decked out with watchmaker's lathes and small bandsaws, and had a chat with him. He had originally been a fan of model plane making, but they were difficult to store on shelves. He now focussed on model ships, and he had a fair share on display in different stages of construction; some in bottles and jars too. It turned out that he had once lived with his ex-wife in Chelmsford, and he was rather fond of Maldon. That naturally moved the conversation onto sailing; Tollesbury, where I have sailed many times from, is near Maldon. He was keen to find out what I was up to over here, so I went through my itinerary. We stared out at the rain together. "Do you get much of this during December?" I asked. "It is always like this in December; some dry days, some wet days," he replied. He went on to add, "February and March are our best months." "But all the books told me that the best months are December, January and February," was my startled response. He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a wry smile.
We shook hand, and four hours after I had entered the museum, I took my leave and made my way through the downpour back to the hotel.