Having been escorted from our berth in Canary Wharf by a pipe carrying seal – yes you did read that right, apparently he/she has lived in the wharf for years and feeds off scraps from Billingsgate fish market – our wildlife escort continued. We were joined by towards France by an exotic moth, two racing pigeons and a pair of migrating warblers. There were also rumours of dolphins off the port bow, but the Cook’s Assistant Derek, will go to any lengths to clear the lower mess after breakfast. Saturday’s Morning Watch for Aft Port presented us with a glowing sunrise after a starry chilly night. Away from the main shipping channel there was little for lookouts to spot and the highlight was a small fishing craft appearing at ramming speed from the direction of the French coast. Looking set to get us amidships she stopped dead a ship’s length away to wave, take photos and sound her horn before heading back from whence she came. Sails have been set and unset, furled and unfurled. The wind has been fair, unfair, and darn right unco-operative. Quel fromage, we must be getting near France! Off to the bridge for sundowners.
Val and Bette
Aft Starboard watch