I know l should have been on a high after the previous days celebrations but l awoke feeling as if a black cloud had decended over me. Oh dear, we are heading home, Ok we still had five sea days and a little stop over in Gibraltar to look forward to, which did allow for a little blueness to poke through the grey.
Well as we now have three consecutive sea days ahead of us l think it's a good time to tell you about some of the intresting things that took place whilst we were at sea.
Times and dates may be subject to change as my memory ain't what it used to be.....
You will have heard me mention something about the upturned yatch which l must say l didn't see myself, but according to my wife, and others who wittnesd it, the yatch appeared about 300 hundred metres off the port side of the ship. Fearing the worst it was a relief when Captian Turnbull came over the atanoy with the announcement that the upturned yatch was in fact a upturned whale getting a suntan.....naah he didn't say anything about it getting a suntan but he did go on to say that what passengers were witnessing was the underside of a whale which had obviously perished. The Captain then went on to explain that the whale had bloated out to double the size it would normaly have been thus leaving the passengers thinking the worst. I was just pleased that the announcment came over as quickly as it did, as it wouldn't have been long before my wife would have been throwing life jackets overboard.
Then there was the 'Fog'....at about 6am we were awoken by the ships horn blasting out at intervals of every two minutes...thinking how inconsiderate was that l drew back the curtain only to see this supernaturally glowing fog rolling in towards us.....my first thoughts were...'this looks rather eeire' at which point l thought to myself if a clipper pulls up alongside l'm out of here. Turning to my wife l recalled the story of the film 'The Fog' where Blake and his shipmates were sent to the bottom of the sea only to return to seek revenge on decendants of those who had done this dastardly deed. Not wishing to take any chances l hid under the bed quilt while my wife did a quick google search to establish our family tree.
Feeling reassured that we weren't going to get hacked to death in our beds we accepted that this was just one of those occurances that happens at sea. The fog continued for most of the day which must have left the sun worshipers in a state of depression.
Having spent most of the day in this fog bank it dose make you appreciate what a nightmare it must have been for sailors before the introduction of ships radar.
It was during our three sea days across to Gibraltar that we encounterd our roughest sea conditions, not that a force 5 was much to worry about but l did see a few sick bags on offer for those who weren't coping as well as others. I took a few as l rememberd l'd run out of doggy poo bags
I think the ship was bracing a side wind which did make the ship sway a little but having the corridors to keep you upright...most l believe managed to get back to there cabins without to many knocks and bruises.
With the Rock in sight our next port of call beckoned...
To be continued
but don't tell anyone else I said that will you
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