Kilter
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2Kg of canabis resin, Gibraltar...dunno if that was because VO5 dropped his 'stash'!
Once sailed through a sea full of oranges, about 15 nm north of Cherbourg. "Ah ha," says my mate, "must be fruits de mer."
Or possibly a "fish" from a seismic array. These are placed at intervals along an array of hydrophones to ensure it stays at the correct depth. The array may be a mile long, so you can see why they are necessary.
<Groan!>
Isn't there a Forumite - of no mean standing - who once saw a fridge that looked like a container?
Is that array being towed? If so, it's the kind of thing I meant, albeit I don't know the details.
If it's anchored to the seabed, how does a hydrodynamic shape help? Seems like it would only work in a steady current, which must apply to fairly few sites.
Pete
2Kg of canabis resin, Gibraltar...dunno if that was because VO5 dropped his 'stash'!
I once passed through of flock of yellow plastic ducks - I recognised them later from a television add - these must have made their bid for freedom......
They are towed behind the survey vessel, which also has airguns going off usually alongside the aft quarter.
Seem to remember some tale about getting about a grand for each duck recovered?
What did you do with it?
What did you do with it?
Handed it in the the Gib Police who were rather surprised and pleased to receive it! They took me off on a high . . .
I hope you are winding me up!
I thought you were heading somehwere else with that one ;-)
My father-in-law's UFO (unwelcome floating object) was a corpse that came air freight from the USA.
FIL was an Assistant Harbour Master in a small town on the West Coast of Scotland at the time. Special orders were received to go to Prestwick Airport to meet with and assist an unusual request. It was a ex-pat Scot who had made a fortune in California but died there. His last wishes were to be buried at sea, with a large donation to the local town. What arrived at Prestwick was a very expensive oak coffin, suitably weighted in accordance with due custom for such an occasion. Accompanied by the Grieving Widow.
It was collected by undertakers from Glascow for transport the next day to my FIL's harbour to meet the Harbour Master's boat. My FIL thought it strange that the coffin that arrived the next day looked different to what he remembered from the day before, but thought his memory was playing tricks.
So they put to sea, the local Vicar said appropriate words, and hymns were sung. The plank was lifted and the coffin slid gracefully into the sea. But as it hit the water and burst open, my FIL began to realise something was Not Quite Right. All on board, including the Grieving Widow (who started screaming) had the dubious pleasure of seeing the corpse bobbing back up to the surface, at which point the corpse's wig came loose and floated off in one direction while the corpse went in another.
The body was retrieved. All hell broke loose.
It turned out the undertakers from Glascow (being thrifty Scots) had thought it would be a shameful waste of such a lovely expensive coffin, and had substituted a "bottom of the range" pine coffin, but hadn't fastened the lid or weighted the coffin properly.
A proper burial-at-sea was done the very next day with the original coffin rightfully returned from Glascow.