‘Oh for the life on a North Sea wave’. The afternoon of the 9th of September or day three to the cognoscenti was bliss. We were approaching Scheveningham harbour in brilliant sunshine on a gentle northerly breeze with air temperatures in the early 20’s. Sails were handed smoothly and effortlessly.
The happy ship was made ready for berthing at our destination by handing the mooring ropes and fenders.
Lord Nelson negotiated the harbour with a piece of comsumate ship handling and berthed at the end of the fish quay.
Soon many of the crew were swimming off a clear sandy beach with a weather eye open for topless maidens while the others searched the town for suitable fish restaurants for the evening repast and lubrication. ………