The big grey boat shortened yet again to such an extent that it became so dense, like a black hole, it sank below the surface and was able to pass underneath the catamaran.
... it did, of course, lengthen again and continued on its way.
Aaargh! A thousand naughty, nautical curses upon your fenders, TK - beaten to it again!!! /forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif /forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif
The ship was entering Plymouth Sound through the Western entrance and at first appeared to be passing us to port. She then swung to starboard and was coming straight for us before swinging further to starboard and heading for the big ship moorings inside teh breakwater. Despite the apparent closeness shown in the pic, she was almost half a mile away when she made her final turn and was never closer than 200 meters or so.
Am I right? Do I geet a prize?
Where were you at the time and why didn't you say 'hello'?
On reflection I think I did see a Sadler Sarlight 35 out on the beam, but we left it behind so quickly I couldn't get the name
Ok, James you win.
The prize is a free firework display this evening!
I did say hello, well I hailed you from our Starlight with "where's your motoring cone?" as we entered the Sound.
It was a fine fishing weekend, four mackrel and one beach ball hauled aboard.
Ah!!!!! That was you. Didn't notice yours either. It had been a great weekend, though - a quick dash to Fowey on Saturday then a slow amble back on Sunday.
recent posts have commented on the apparent size changes in HM ships in front of a camera lens. Journalist James Jermain commented 'the ship wasn't as close as it looked' but excused himself by claiming that his cat wasn't a cricket ball travelling at three times the speed of sound (he reefs at 15 knots downwind, whereas the speed of sound is 340 metres a second) and what's more the last time he looked round there was an old fishing boat behind him. The Royal Navy has issued the following communique (original here )
'Daring has the radar cross section of a fishing boat but her own Sampson radar is able to pick up an object the size of a cricket ball travelling at three times the speed of sound.'
For those who are interested, her wardroom, at rest the size of a ping-pong ball, expands while cruising to the dimensions of the Albert Hall, while under deceleration contracts to no size at all. Her length over all is nearly the same as St Paul's is tall, but will fall to the size of a billiard ball, with a call to the engineer, who , you will recall, is a subcontracted Yanmar 1GM10 mechanic. He commented, 'compression is everything with these modern diesel engines.'