During the night, we were certainly aware of the increased motion of the Queen Victoria as she headed determinedly north. Looking at the shipping forecast areas, today we would find ourselves crossing Fitzroy (previously known as Finisterre), Biscay and, as we made our way into the English Channel, Plymouth. When we got up this morning…
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A Home on the Rolling Deep
A life on the ocean wave,A home on the rolling deep,Where the scatter’d waters raveAnd the winds their revels keep. Henry Russell, 1838 Woke up several times in the night; if it wasn’t because I was rolling from side to side in bed it was because of the torrential rain that lashed our balcony, accompanied…
White Horses and Sea Spray
We got up this morning about 8.00am, after being woken several times in the night by the motion of the Braemar on the Atlantic waves. When we looked out of our portholes, we noticed quite a large ocean swell, and there were plenty of white horses dancing on the waves. Every now and again we…
Helicopter and High Seas
During the night, we knew we had left the relative shelter of the fjords and were once again in the open sea, because the Boudicca was tossed about on the waves like a pea in a drum. I kept waking up during the night with my bed moving in all directions, and when I needed the…