A stunningly beautiful morning in Fannit. From Westbrook the WTGs at Gunfleet Sands (some 30 miles away) stand proudly up from a defined horizon. Kentish Flats round to the west appears closer than normal and the view to the north and northeast, dominated by the omnipresent London Array looks more charming than its utilitarian construction normally allows.
There’s more blue in the water than grey and a lack of whitecaps but with the wind generating ‘ripples’, it beckons the onset of wafi activity later in the day. Why not indeed, it’s quite simply gawjiss today. Even the commercial traffic seems to be taking the day off. The only activity, if it can be called that, is the Tim B, an orange hulled one hatch freighter that seems to spend more time anchored and ballasted in Margate Roads than ever it does hauling freight around the coasts.
The email traffic from the work server seems to suggest that the world of warranty has gone berserk on the busy front again. All very well if the chaps are there to do the work, if they’re not, it’s a big headache for those folks wot have to manage the situation. They’re not envied, not from here they’re not. Throw the topographically beautiful but otherwise ghastly Angola into an already volatile mix and it becomes something verging on the nightmare. It’s a funny old place Angola. In many many ways the most handsome and civilised of the West and Southwest African nations, with its culture of cafe society and promenading in one’s finery. It’s love of family, conversation around a meal table and general ‘chilled’ tood, all very at odds with the ugliness, chaos, malevolence and noise of the rest of the continent’s west coast. However, when the notional rigidity and spontaneously created immigration policies and requirements are considered, it becomes something in the order of state sponsored anarchy. A gigantic headache for anyone trying to get skilled personnel into, around or out of the place. It really must be time for the Europeans and other world governments to apply a bit of tit for tat. Perhaps, when it comes to Angolan folk wanting to work in (our) home territories, we should just be a more…….African?
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