He’s off to sunny Paris then on to Le Havre. He’d like to have made it a poem but he’s not a poet and he knows it.
A ship is on the way to Korea and it’s got to stop at Le Havre and load 300 tonnes of packages, some which are ‘out of gauge’. That’s where us warranty wallahs step in and scratch our heads and look at calcs and slings and certs and people’s faces and weather forecasts and audit reports and stability statements and passage plans and seafastening malarkey and stuff. Oh the fun wott can be had, the fun, the fun. There was a time when he would trot to somewhere on the globe that had a port, clamber up the gangway to his AHTS, drive it about the place (usually quite badly) for five weeks or thereabouts, eat three times a day, get paid (tax free), stare out of the window, sunbathe, dream of home and better things and wish he was doing that better thing, then go home for five weeks on full pay and dread going back to the boat. Hmmm. What a twat. If only he’d realised that his bread WAS buttered on the right side and the field that seemed greener, really, wasn’t.
Ahhh we live live and learn. Pity some of us need so many lessons.