Great photos, it's interesting that they always look the same, even though we sail in such different places. Here, we sometimes get the Northern Lights in the fall/winter, which is a breathtaking experience at sea when it's otherwise pitch black.
Reminds one of the tale of the grizzled West Country fisherman who was asked to take on being cox'n on his town's lifeboat. "The only problem is, Isaac," said the Secretary, "that you need a Skippers Ticket and for that you'll need to go up to Lun'non and be examined." So Isaac scrapes the fish-scales off his best boots, dons his peajacket, and joins the train at Penzance, London bound.
He finds his way to the Board Of Trade building in Victoria Street, and was ushered into an imposing oak-panelled room, where a trio of bewhiskered examiners quizzed his knowledge of Rules Of The Road, rigging, towage, and other esoterica. Then one stern Extra Master/Foreign Going queried - "Tell me, my good fellow, what's the best light in the English Channel?"
Isaac, nonplussed, shuffled his feet.... scratched his ear.... and eventually replied - "Well, zur, that'd be daylight, zur."
Great photos, it's interesting that they always look the same, even though we sail in such different places. Here, we sometimes get the Northern Lights in the fall/winter, which is a breathtaking experience at sea when it's otherwise pitch black.