A very short summary of my life at sea

[Captain Kong]

Sally was or is a Ferry Company terry,
Cheers
Brian

[Red Lead Ted]

Sally was or is a Ferry Company terry,
Cheers
Brian

Also a task carried out at sea by the whole of the ships company Bri, Thought this would get the taste buds going Terry.

[Captain Kong]

Here it is Terry..........
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Sally Line logo 1981 - 1987

Industry
Passenger transportation

Fate
Acquired by Holyman

Successors
Holyman Sally Ferries

Founded
1981

Defunct
1997

Headquarters
Ramsgate, United Kingdom

Area served
English Channel

Parent
Rederi Ab Sally

Sally Line UK (sometimes referred to as Sally Ferries UK) was a British ferry operator on the English Channel and North Sea.

History[edit]

Sally Line was founded in 1981[1] by Michael Kingshott[citation needed] as a subsidiary of the Finland-based Rederi Ab Sally,[1] and initially marketed as Sally Viking Line, with a livery that was nearly identical with that of Viking Line, a Baltic Sea ferry consortium that Sally was a member of. The naming scheme of Sally's Viking Line ships was also carried over to the UK operations, with ships named either The Viking or Viking [number].[2] In 1987 Rederi Ab Sally, including the Sally Line UK operations, was sold to Effoa and Johnson Line,[3] Sally's Baltic Sea rivals and owners of Silja Line. As a result of the change of ownership, a new Sally Line UK livery was adopted in 1988 and the company's ships were renamed with a Sally-prefix.[2] Sally Line UK operated the Holyman Sally Line service from Port of Ramsgate to Ostend from 1993 to 1998, but this became no longer viable Holyman became partners with Hoverspeed and moved the service to Dover.[citation needed] In the mid-90s Sally Line adapted a new livery and a logo similar to that of Silja Line,[2] but this proved short-lived as the company ceased operations in 1998.[1]
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The only other Sally I came across at sea was in a Bar in Vancouver.
Cheers
Brian

[Ron B Manderson]

Welcome to the site Casca.
Ron the batcave

[Red Lead Ted]

Brian, Check this out mate.

Nautical Terminology: Sally Ship

"Sally ship" was not a ship, but a method of loosening a vessel that had run aground from the mud holding her fast. In the days before sophisticated navigation equipment, ships ran aground much more often than today. A grounded ship could be freed with little or no hull damage if she could be rocked out of her muddy predicament.

To free her, the order was given to "sally ship". The crew gathered in a line along one side and then ran from port to starboard and back and forth until the vessel began to roll. Often the rolling broke the mud's suction and she could be pulled free and gotten underway.

I did this once while stationed aboard a modern frigate. By moving just the crew from one side of the ship to the other, we generated a degree and a half of list. That is pretty good for a 4000-ton ship with 200+ crew.

That wasn't me aboard a Frigate Bri, But it is in the official ships glossary. Terry.

[Captain Kong]

I wonder if, A Sally Ship was ever performed on a Sally Ferry.

I learned something today.
Cheers
Brian.

[Rodney Mills]

Welcome Casca, enjoyed your first post, many more I hope. I lived for eight years in El Segundo, just up the road from Long Beach. My last employment in California was as Food and Beverage Director at The International Hotel/Hyatt Hotel, the first hotel out side L.A.X. ( L.A. Airport) on Century Blvd. I believe it's changed hands and has another name now. The owner of the property is Herb Alpert of the Tijuana Brass fame. I live in South Carolina now and love it, don't miss the smog. My wife is a "maid in America" too. Enjoy the site, and keep posting.

Cheers, Rodney

[Neil Morton]

Greetings Casca,from the tone of your intro you will fit in nicely with this mob of merry mariners. Sally forth or even fifth.... ahem ! excuse I it is a bit early in the day down here in Oz.

[happy daze john in oz]

Hello Casca,

Are you sure you didn't work in the galley? Your tasty entre has left me salivating at the prospect of more 'goodies' to come. Welcome aboard, mate !!!

.........Roger

Roger beware, if he worked in the galley he may have got the recipe for Tab Nabs from Den, thta could welll spell dissater!!!!!

[Dave Francis]

Its Dave again, that wrote “A Very short history of my Life at sea" Oh! Boy! I told you how I jumped ship in Melbourne, Australia after having an argument over the difference over Tea Spoons and demitasse tiny coffee spoons. This petty aggravation insured because another waiter had procured my demitasse spoons, while I was out of sight. The radio officer was rather snobbish and decided to give me a hard time over the stupid spoons. He was drinking coffee with the ladies at the table and I guess he was going to show his power of a menial Waiter. I lost my temper and dumped the tray I was carrying, demitasse cups and all over his lap and walked off? Its strange how things happen, as I was brought up before the Staff Captain and fined three days pay. Of course the episode got around the ship very quickly, with a lot of raucous laughter and jokes, with a lot of pats on the back.


Strange as it seems, I was out of the restaurant and promoted to assistant cabin steward. The vibes from the officers in their spotless, creased uniforms was tangible, with a heavy atmosphere and so I left the ship with just a few clothes on my back. As a waiter I had met and entertained, lots of nice families and one family in particular had told me please come and stay with us, as long as I wished too. So after a small issue with customs over my health supplements, they allowed me to pass and I was on my way to the other side of Aussie. As it happened the family was American and purchased Crown Land for about back then (half a Crown) an acre. So I caught a train and many days later arriving in a location called "Yorkey’s Knob" in the Northern Territories. The family welcomed me with open arms; the husband, the wife and two daughters" Not the type to sit on my rear, I was offered the job of clearing land on this huge open area of miles of nothing but scrub, trees and creepy-crawlies.


While out their on the Atherton Tableland, I was spraying and ran into snakes, spiders and so many other insects. The alarm went out while driving the Land Rover a flash flood was coming my way. I just got out of the area, as the surging flood water washed away this old bridge. I stopped and climbed out of the vehicle and nearly placed my hand on a black scorpion. That was enough for me, and placed an application in the state office, for a Junior Surveyor working for Queensland main roads. I was introduced into a crew of mostly Italian road workers who spoke little English and a supervisor. I ran around the scrub, writing down calculations and drawing maps. I think that’s how cartography became one of my passions, then without any warning I trod in a fire ants nest and ended up in hospital. Then there was the spider incident, which was one of the reasons I Australia scared me away. This event happened in the dormitory while away from my second family.


This day I was sick and remained in this tin roofed shack in my bunk. The air conditioning was poor and everybody was out, working on the new roads that were being laid. Back then some of the roads had been built by the military; during World War II and certain bridges was a one way system. You pulled over while another vehicle passed but out there I never saw but a few vehicles, in the middle of nowhere. The temperature outside was well over a 100 degrees, when i heard this muffled 'Thunk' Right then, I could see anybody and walked to wards the front entrance. Then I caught something out the corner of my eye and turned to see this great big spider. I froze, then thank god the some of the windows were open, because I literary threw myself out the window--sick or no sickness.

I couldn't wait to leave this sub tropical area, as I have a phobia for insects, especially spiders. There are all sorts of things where I lived. We lived in these new homes that had bee built on this spit of land, and on one side of this great big ranch house was the ocean and on the opposite side an area of swamp. When it rained all the nasty things seemed to zero in on our house and come in, including great big cane beetles that slammed against the louvers. I had a pet snake (a carpet snake) that I kept me at all times, that made short work of what slithered into the house.


So okay that’s it for now. There is many tales to tell, like a Baboon tearing my pants off in a safari Park near Cape Town. Running and hiding during South Africa's apartheid period, when we entered a restaurant bar for colored people only, and got chased by police with rubber truncheons. Appropriating a very large condemned tablecloth and drawing in black ink skull and crossbones and entering Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I nearly went to jail for that, but nobody snitched. These are just a few of my crazy days on board the ships I cruised on. On board (I think it was the Canberra) they wanted somebody who had artist skills, to draw Santa's (father Christmas according to your origin) . Well once upon a time had been offered a job in Holborn, London as a Junior Artist) Well, I didn't have to wait on tables, but painted Xmas scenes on every mirror aboard the ship. Problem was I ran out of water based paints and decided to use oil based.


I placed the new paint under my bunk, with the fumes. I was taken sick and instead of going on the Cherry Blossom cruise to Japan, I ended up in a fever hospital at that time. I was whisked away in an ambulance after being diagnosed with Tuberculosis supposedly (TB) It wasn't an exact science back then. Anyway after that traumatic experience, they banned me from my ship career. But this David wasn't going to take 'NO' for an answer and used a carefully prepared letter from a Doctor and hoped for the best? INTERESTED? Contact me at notaxhikes@hotmail.com/ If I get enough people enthusiastic about my life on ships, their will be more to come. So much more..?