I had a cedar/canvas canoe from Great Spirit - a Pal made on an original Chestnut mould/form. It was an absolutely beautiful canoe, perhaps not as perfect as some in it's finish, but nothing that you'd really notice. Paddled really well and was a joy to be in (it's the one in the Avatar pic).
Sadly I made the decision to sell it on as I just wasn't getting enough use from it, and here's why; I live in the south of the country - a long way from the lochs you refer to in the blogs. Whilst there is a local flatwater river about an hour from home, most of the rivers i wanted to paddle to improve my ability were typical of the shallow, narrow, rock strewn streams and rivers we have over here. I just couldn't bear to get it scraped/torn and dented by scraping it down our typical shallow 'whitewater' rivers.
It may be difficult to picture, but the rivers and waterways typical in Canada and the northern US just don't really occur in any volume over here; it's a tiny country with relatively speaking few waterways (especially in the south), draconian access laws reducing use of the small resource even further and very little of the freedom to paddle that can be enjoyed in north America. I don't have the skill or space to repair canvas etc and unfortunately at the time couldn't afford to keep it and buy a new royalex boat. I want a canoe to use, not to admire in the garage and so I parted company with it. Murphy's Law meant that had I waited a while I'd have kept it (for the occasional flatwater trip) and bought a royalex boat for knocks and scrapes as circumstances changed; that's life!
I'd love to get another wood canvas canoe and haven't given up on it altogether - one day 
For now, a real 'user' of a canoe is the practical, if less romantic, option. At least I can be out paddling more, not turning down trips because the rivers would exact too high a toll with their shallow, spiky and evil rock strewn bottoms!!
May be we'll just emigrate instead......
There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.