
Originally Posted by
Ivan Cloherty
Ain't that the truth, had a friend fall off a two step ladder (also in his 80's) and broke (fractured) two bones in his spine bedridden for weeks, a far cry from our days at sea, when we had to climb 40 feet to the mast table, then up a jacobs ladder for another 20 feet, with a light bulb in our mouth to replace the broken bulb, with the ship rolling and pitching, you hanging on with one hand whilst trying to unscrew the lid on top of the navigation light, take the old bulb out and toss it leewards into davy jones locker, inserting the new bulb and making everything water tight again, and then getting back to mast table level, before traversing the mast table grips, designed by a sadist to reach the mast ladder, and of course it was also invariably raining. God how we miss it!