Aesthetics of Sailing
I have loved the sea since I was a small child, almost since I was an infant. I can still remember my first trip from Turku to Stockholm onboard the last steam ship on the line. Her name was Bore [pronounced boo-reh ], but during the voyage I really was not bored. While the other children were playing noisily in the playroom I was staring the sea, its waves, other ships, clouds and thousand of skerries surrounding almost all of the waterway along the route. I can still remember the curious mixture of relaxing and interested feelings. I would not say I got overwhelmed, but the sea fascinated me. It really was the love at first sight. My first memories of sailing are not as tempting as that first voyage. They took place on the summer cottage of my father's employer. The first time I was sailing was with my father and sister on an optimist dinghy. It was far too cramped for the three of us and I can still remember how impatient my father was. I guess I had beg him long enough to get ...