Fisherman's House

Dear Grandfather,

I still remember the sweet days spent in your fisherman's hut, that wooden house on stilts, rocked by the waves of the sea. The rickety ladder leading up to your hut was an adventure for me every time, a climb into a world full of treasures and mysteries.

All around the hut was a jumble of knick-knacks, fishing tools and mementos of your many trips out to sea. Each object had its own story, each corner held a surprise. Inside, your little kitchen, where the scent of fresh fish mingled with that of wood burning in the stove. That old leather armchair, worn but so comfortable, where you used to sit and play the mandolin, its notes bringing warmth and comfort to chilly evenings.

And that model lighthouse... it always fascinated me. It symbolised so much for me: our link with the sea, the light guiding sailors through the darkness. Your cabin wasn't just a shelter, it was a veritable cradle of stories, a cocoon in the heart of a nature that was both beautiful and dangerous. The waves hitting the pilings, the breeze whistling through the planks, all told me legends of the sea.

With all my love and nostalgia,

See you soon at sea!

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The sea into which the shack's pilings plunge is made of sloping, rounded pieces in a transparent blue to recreate the shapes and texture of the moving water.

In addition to all the details of the construction described by the fisherman's grandchild, the house has an open back to allow access to the inside of the fisherman's hut.

So I'm hoping to make this a project that's as much for display as it is for play.

I hope you enjoy this project as much as it inspired me. Your vote could make this fisherman's hut a reality and inspire as much dream and magic as it did in this grandchild.

Thank you for your support!