The four day trip to Rotterdam to look at two vessels turned into a 3 day trip to look at one, but it was a big one, so to speak. Hassle free throughout, all grateful for that. Five and a half months sitting on an ever growing behind does little to hone match fitness.
In the not so distant past, any trip out of or into a London airport meant using a chauffeur service (eg a taxi with the driver wearing a suit), all very civilised but expensive and not always fret free. With HS1, Stratford and London City airport in the mix, it can be very slick and simple to use public transport.
The F50 touched down at LCY just after 1600 0n Wednesday and he walked through the door of the Towers at Margate two hours later. Impressed or what? He was.
The surveys consist of hours of questions and walk-arounds and scrutiny. The more complex the kit (ROVs, helidecks, DP3 systems, J Lays etc) the longer the days, the greater the number of questions. Simple stuff, just lots of it. But whatever, it’s always been a great mystery as to why it takes longer to write it all up than it ever does to actually, ‘do it’. Puzzling. It must be him. Dyslexic perhaps?
He works ‘part time’ now and is paid pro-rata the salary rate. It’s not the wonga that some desire but it suits. He was unsure at first but the reality of it is starting to sink in. It’s OK, it’ll do and maybe, it’s the most prudent path to take.
Monday, HS1, LCY, Antwerp. Freighter survey. Should be doable in a day. Overnight in a local hotel, back to Blighty at sparrow’s fart the following morning. Bash out the preliminary findings, change bag, back on the train to town, south-west Smoke this time. Hotel, two days of HIRA, bundle tows. Home Friday night. Back in the groove.
It’s like he was never away at all.