Back in London and goodness me it’s a chilly one today. Opening my front door at 6 this morning and being met with an Arctic blast certainly blew the cobwebs away, it also prompted me to wish I’d put on half a dozen vests and a fur lined anorak. I’ve never been so glad to jump on the train.
Thus I was pleasantly surprised to learn, upon arriving in the office, that I’m off to Ghana this weekend. Just for a few days (hah hah hah) I’m told, to do the warranty on a rig move. Hmm. Sounds good to me, essentially for the weather of course. Apart from the warmth, the other great trait of West African waters is the singular lack of hostility from the elements. Sure there can be a bit of a lollopy swell and in some places there can be a bit of a current running but overall it’s a mariner’s dream. "Ooh, is that a 2 foot sea? Let’s go weather bound until it calms down." That’s the stuff. Not like offshore Norway in a winter storm. Now they were conditions that brought the sincerest of atheists to call for God’s help at times. My knees go to jelly at the memories.
Ther Ghana trip will mean a clash with a proposed meeting in Esbjerg next week so I’ll have to ask a colleague to cover that one for me. Esbjerg, on Jutland’s West coast is a delightful little town. Sunny and warm it’s not though, so despite the ready availability of fine Danish lager,I’ve got the better end of the deal.
Best shuffle off and read up on anchoring semi-subs, it’s been a few years since I did that