“It looks like it’s had better days,” Deidre said as she looked at the peeling paintwork.
“It don’t look much, but I assure you the timber’s sound,” the old fisherman said. “Been storin’ my nets and tackle her for right near fordy years. Only selling-up cuz I’m retirin’.”
“Only 1200, you said?” Deidre asked.
“Yessum, and twenty a month for wharf access if you’re wantin’ it.”
“Okay, when can have your nets and things out?” she asked the old fellow.
“Well all the best tackles been sold already,” he replied. “What’s left goes with the hut.”
Deidre looked at the assortment of net fragments, old floats, and a well rusted boat anchor, and said, ” Okay. It’s a deal. My lawyer just wants you to write 1200 here,” she said pointing to a place on a crisp contract, “and sign here and here.”
Thus Deidre acquired the Bayside Studio for Maritime Art. A few licks of varnish over the peeling paint was all it took to capture the rustic appeal. As for those odds and ends inside they quickly were incorporated into her first commission for an up-market couple from Boston, who said it was “Just perfect to remember their romantic seaside getaway.”