Blog 142. The Burning Question

“It’s a long ship, this.”Thus spoke the memsahib as we sat outside on our patio in the shade, wallowing in the delight of a pleasingly hot day like hippopotami in the mud of the Rufiji River.  I could not resist the thought that I had trained her well, for the phrase is Royal-Navy-Speak for, “MyContinue reading “Blog 142. The Burning Question”

Blog 139. The Watch Ashore

“Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone”.So ran the song by the late Bill Withers in 1971, when I was a fresh-faced young Midshipman serving in a destroyer, I had a 30” waist, plenty of fair hair, a brand new Triumph Spitfire to impress the girls, and the world was my oyster.  That ship has sailed,Continue reading “Blog 139. The Watch Ashore”