Industrial reflections, in the still waters of the Manchester Ship Canal
The Trondheim pilot boat appears at speed out of the inky black night, a shaft of blue horizon is all that’s left of the daylight reflected in the bridge window.No blame culture; a concept.
Mai Mols cuts through the crinkly blue tinfoil astern of us as we head for Kalundborg.
Snow storm off the coast of Utsira, Norway last night. The wind was blowing a gale into the bargain and we were rolling like a dog on wet grass, I fired up the starboard searchlight to check the main deck and saw a lot of wet snow flakes flying towards me, tried to catch the […]
The view from under a ship in a dry dock.