suzanne
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I survived all those men, in fact I survived them better than they survived each other. Read Paulineb's post from earlier and am shocked at all the information she has wrong, right heres what happened. The boat by the way is a Princess 41 with 2x192
Left Teddington at 5:00pm, previously had divided into 2 groups of 3 later to be known as the hard-working watch and the gloryifiers watch. The hardworking watch were to take the helm for Teddington to Tilbury, eta to Tilbury 11:00pm. The hardworking watch included myself, Alan (incredible eating man) and Roy (owner of the boat).
Passed by Westminster at 8:00pm whilst eating a delicious helping of my Mum's Chilli. Eventually reached Tilbury at 10:30pm where the watched changed hands. Gary was by now set up and doing his thing.
I went below to try and get some sleep reckon I got about 3 hours, went up top again at 2:30am to find that neither of the gloryifiers (3 of them, Gavin Mrb and Chrispy-Dad) had noticed that at one point there was a massive tanker up our bottom. I got glared at, somebody muttered something about tea (which I add still hadn't made any) and I went back to bed. Got up again at 5:30 not really by choice, the gloryfiers had decided to open her up to which i fell out of bed with shock of the noice in the back cabin, i went up on top and found that we were just passing Ramsgate. At 5:45am the gloryifiers decided that they couldn't take anymore and that it was time to change. i took over the helm with Roy as my Lobster pot spotter and Alan keeping an eye on the chartplotter down stairs and making tea.
Oh my life how boring was that stretch. Dover to Dungeoness 18 miles, it took 2 hours. We were a little way from the shore and visability was poorish, so even if we'd been closer don't think we would have seen anything. Eventually Roy and I played eye-spy, Sea, Water, Sky etc. Dungeoness to Royal Soveriegn 23 miles, oh the pain of bordom, cruising between 8 and 10 knots. At least the boys through the night had something to do, even if it was only counting flashing lights.
At 1:00pm I was still on the helm (hadnt left) and everybody was on the flybridge, just coming around Beachy Head. About 30 min later they all disappeared to do radar watch leaving myself and Roy again.
Eventually at 2:15 we had Brighton in sight (me on helm still), Roy and I had previously discussed that we thought about 2 miles off of Brighton the gloryifiers would pop back up and decide it was time to change shift. I wish we had put money on it. Gary said 1.97 nm to Brighton when we heard Dad pop up, I'll take the helm now, i'll take her into Brighton, behind him followed Mrb and Gavin. We put our foot down and said that we'd done it this long another 20 min wouldn't hurt. He did eventually moor her up though.
So thats the long and short of it. I won't mention the bits like Dad's face and words when Mrb told him that he couldn't sleep with his clothes on he had to be completely naked. Or the fact that I don't know how I did it but I never even entered the galley let alone made a cup of tea. Or the bit where the kettle was put on by Mrb just to make Dad a cup of tea, Dad stood there holding the kettle whilst Mrb went away for 15 min forgot about the kettle went back to find that Dad was still standing there oblivious to the fact that the kettle was whistling its head off.
The trip was excellent, 21 hours top speed 18 knots and an average of 8. My shifts totalled at 14 hours where as the other shift only managed to clock up 7. But at the end of the day I didn't really mind.
Suzanne xXx
Left Teddington at 5:00pm, previously had divided into 2 groups of 3 later to be known as the hard-working watch and the gloryifiers watch. The hardworking watch were to take the helm for Teddington to Tilbury, eta to Tilbury 11:00pm. The hardworking watch included myself, Alan (incredible eating man) and Roy (owner of the boat).
Passed by Westminster at 8:00pm whilst eating a delicious helping of my Mum's Chilli. Eventually reached Tilbury at 10:30pm where the watched changed hands. Gary was by now set up and doing his thing.
I went below to try and get some sleep reckon I got about 3 hours, went up top again at 2:30am to find that neither of the gloryifiers (3 of them, Gavin Mrb and Chrispy-Dad) had noticed that at one point there was a massive tanker up our bottom. I got glared at, somebody muttered something about tea (which I add still hadn't made any) and I went back to bed. Got up again at 5:30 not really by choice, the gloryfiers had decided to open her up to which i fell out of bed with shock of the noice in the back cabin, i went up on top and found that we were just passing Ramsgate. At 5:45am the gloryifiers decided that they couldn't take anymore and that it was time to change. i took over the helm with Roy as my Lobster pot spotter and Alan keeping an eye on the chartplotter down stairs and making tea.
Oh my life how boring was that stretch. Dover to Dungeoness 18 miles, it took 2 hours. We were a little way from the shore and visability was poorish, so even if we'd been closer don't think we would have seen anything. Eventually Roy and I played eye-spy, Sea, Water, Sky etc. Dungeoness to Royal Soveriegn 23 miles, oh the pain of bordom, cruising between 8 and 10 knots. At least the boys through the night had something to do, even if it was only counting flashing lights.
At 1:00pm I was still on the helm (hadnt left) and everybody was on the flybridge, just coming around Beachy Head. About 30 min later they all disappeared to do radar watch leaving myself and Roy again.
Eventually at 2:15 we had Brighton in sight (me on helm still), Roy and I had previously discussed that we thought about 2 miles off of Brighton the gloryifiers would pop back up and decide it was time to change shift. I wish we had put money on it. Gary said 1.97 nm to Brighton when we heard Dad pop up, I'll take the helm now, i'll take her into Brighton, behind him followed Mrb and Gavin. We put our foot down and said that we'd done it this long another 20 min wouldn't hurt. He did eventually moor her up though.
So thats the long and short of it. I won't mention the bits like Dad's face and words when Mrb told him that he couldn't sleep with his clothes on he had to be completely naked. Or the fact that I don't know how I did it but I never even entered the galley let alone made a cup of tea. Or the bit where the kettle was put on by Mrb just to make Dad a cup of tea, Dad stood there holding the kettle whilst Mrb went away for 15 min forgot about the kettle went back to find that Dad was still standing there oblivious to the fact that the kettle was whistling its head off.
The trip was excellent, 21 hours top speed 18 knots and an average of 8. My shifts totalled at 14 hours where as the other shift only managed to clock up 7. But at the end of the day I didn't really mind.
Suzanne xXx
