Offsign
Unrelated photo Hello again Reader, If you are reading this on Saturday, 7 th of March, it means I’ve been able to post this before I’ve signed off. At the moment I’m about an hour and a half away from berthing, and I’ll be hopping aground and going to the train station soon after. Timetables, as they always do, have hopped skipped and bumped back and forth and only now, with the pilot on board and the quay in sight, can I confidently say that I’m going home today. Originally I’d be on my way home by now, on the train back up north, but due to the ever-fickle nature of maritime schedules you’re receiving this around 12:45. Also, as a sidenote, the terrible curse of the “final night of contract” struck me BAD. This curse sees one have the worst nights of sleep before crew change, and in my case I didn’t sleep a wink, meaning that as of writing, I’ve been up for thirty odd hours give or take. So forgive my typos and weird phraseology. Honestly, most of this post, (apart fr...