A distant relative of mine died last month. She was in her mid nineties, and as far as I am aware had led a happy and healthy life before the relatively short illness that took her from us. I never met her because she lived in one of those remote parts of Scotland where sea-lochs mean what might be an easy drive becomes a two-day slog, but she corresponded with my mother.
I'm telling you about her because of what she did for a living. She was a shipwright, and also a noted sailor and sage on sailing the Western Isles. Considering her age, she was one of the first female apprentices in the Scottish wooden shipbuilding industry back in the 1930s. So she not only made her living making some rather cool stuff but was a trailblazer for women in a completely male industry back when ladies like her were expected to get married as soon as possible and become homemakers. I'm kicking myself for never having taken the time to seek her out.
RIP Liz, your distant cousin is very proud of you.