A long slow gentle roll and weather being very good greets our arrival west of Shetland. It’s the first of August and these are the kind of conditions a chap expects on this day in the year.
Breakfast, served in the large all-comers messroom, utilitarian yet homely, robust and welcoming. Bacon, eggs, beans and a large slice of rye bread. It hit the spot. Few folks around at this time of day and those that are seem happy with their own thoughts and company. So be it. Fortunately my table companion is in a chatty mood. Similar outlook on life afloat from a meal companion makes for a nicer brekky and so it is. Yum yum.
Through the teeth and round the gums, watch out tum tum, here it comes.
The job is going to be convoluted, more so than usual. The weather, always the master of ceremonies, will be so even more. Let’s hope it’s read the script? We’re west of Shetland and even in August the conditions up here can resemble February….anytime. A month to do even if there are no delays or ‘deviations from plan’. That’s a long time. Tis for the yours truly anyway. Though he likes to miss the summer road chaos that is Westbrook, he doesn’t like being away from the Towers and the contents thereof…….so to speak.
News from WA. The family are coming over at Christmas, this is good news indeed and to be looked forward to and welcomed. Can’t wait.