We brought our sailing forward to Saturday night and left in the dark. I always have a love/hate relationship with night time pilotages. Although it is pretty seeing all the lights I sometimes find myself starved of visual references to assess where we are on our track. Anyway as my first night pilotage for a while it all went smoothley and we got out of the Clyde in one piece.
I had finally got down of the bridge and settled into my chair with a good book when it all went down hill. There was a noticable ‘Bang’ followed by the inevtiable ‘Machienary Breakdown’ pipe. As always we had set sail and then broken down. We had an intresting few hours drifting without propulsion a few miles of Arran whilst the clankys ran around down below with big spanners trying to mend the engines. I had just got to a good bit in my book as well so I was a bit miffed. Anyway we got underway again briefly then it all happened again at 0200. So back up to the bridge for a bit. I thought that by coming back to sea I would be able to get a full nights sleep after weeks of getting up for night feeds, no such luck. Saying that I would prefer to be home doing the night feeds rather than standing on the bridge here.
We are now on our way again and should be back into port tomorrow to carry out a few repairs. I am hoping that wherever we end up we have a decent phone signal so I can skype Debbie and see her and the two little ones. Things have changed so much over the years. I remember first coming to sea and waiting weeks for a mail drop or the chance to get ashore for a phone call. Now we have instant (most of the time) emails, mobiles phones so we can talk miles off the coast and video calling.
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