Bow
The bow section of Hasholme logboat has very original design. It is made of two parts, lower and upper bow timbers, which together formed a front enclosure to the log. The lower bow piece is 60 cm (24 in) long and 2 cm (0.79 in) thick. On both sides of this timber there are symmetrical rabbets which match similar rabbets on the main hull as well as series of cleats with transverse holes through which the second and third transverse timbers passed. Those transverse timbers, three total, not only fastening the lower bow timber to both sides of the hull, but were also strengthening and linking the bow section. Forward of the groove for the foremost timber, there were three large vertical holes. The upper bow piece is also around 60 cm long and has rather complex shape. Bottom section of the upper bow timber has a transverse lip to envelope the leading edge of the lower bow timber, and series of longitudinal grooves on both sides to fit over the forward ends of the washstrakes of the upper part of the hull. This upper timber was fastened to the lower timber by three vertical tree-nails through corresponding holes in the lower bow. Those tree-nails were approximately 35 cm (14 in) long and 0.6 cm (ΒΌ in) thick.
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