best washing machine for jeans was overv the wall on a heaving line not too long tho or just a bit of rag left
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best washing machine for jeans was overv the wall on a heaving line not too long tho or just a bit of rag left
Last man I saw do that , did it off of the stern rail , and got his line back , no jeans after about two minutes
####not at the speed of the old buggers out of shields....the engineers couldnt make them go fast enoughQuote:
Originally Posted by robpage
I got a sheepskin from BA when they gave us all a sheep skin and a whole frozen lamb to take home, on the Urmston Grange, the skin had not been cured so I lashed a heaving line to it and towed it astern. It mst have still been alive as it wriggled out of my hitch. and disappeared.
Brian.
#####big nobby hanging aboutQuote:
Originally Posted by Captain Kong
In 1961 we were anchored in Thick Fog off Quebec on the Carinthia, a ferry hit us forard on the starboard bow and a big chunk of timber smashed through my port hole and across my bunk. fortunately I was in the Pig at the time, if I had been turned in I would have been killed.
Cheers
Brian/
last night over the river Mersey the sound of the fog horn I always think its a lonely sound. no ferries ran this morning but the sun is out now and a nice day ahead?jp
Shortly after re-entering service the CARINTHIA collided with the Canadian vessel TADOUSSAC on 30th August, 1961 in thick fog some 30-miles upstream from Quebec, on passage to Montreal. A head-on collision was very narrowly averted. No casualties were reported.
Source http://www.liverpoolships.org/carint...nard_line.html
That the one Brian ?
Lucky you John, still misty here, light cold wind, and no light in the sky,,Quote:
Originally Posted by JOHN PRUDEN
I remember on the Brt Judge, in the med, on the bow, doing look out, and ringing the bell, just like turning a light on, I was out of the fog, and watching the rest of the ship, The capt rang the phone and ,asked why I wasn't ringing the bell, I said " to busy sun bathing" just as the bridge broke through. could hear him laughting, loved to have had a diggy camera with me.
Remember once sailing back from the Cape, when we were off Dakar, looked out the porthole and it was real peasouper, couldn't see your hand in front of you.
Only it wasn't fog but a sandstorm. When it cleared the decks and evrything else was covered in a fine layer of sand.