The process of weighing anchor is entirely different from leaving a
berth. Watches were engaged in stowing and hosing the anchor chain - and
flaking the chain was no mean feat in the confines of the port f'scle.
Entering Las Palmas was a little more protracted than we hoped - as we
rounded the quay to find a tug boat in our "parking space". As it moved off
its mooring, we become the main feature for the hordes of passengers for the
cruise ships berthed around us - typically 6 - 8 storeys above us, LN was
dwarfed by them, though we all felt we had picked the better ship!
The final task was to replenish the stores, unloading crates of juice, eggs,
bread, fruit of all shapes and sizes and more, and stowing these in every
available space around the galley and deck store. With sandwich lunch in
hand, groups wandered into town, the beach, or simply spent a last few
precious hours with Nellie.
With confidence I think I can speak for all voyage crew voicing our thanks
to the JST for this very memorable Christmas.