That's the baseline of the story from this last week at work, more or less.
I've never been to the western parts of Scotland before, even though I've been working out of this country for about seven or eight years all together now. About time, I would say, that I finally got the opportunity to sail down the River Clyde all the way from Glasgow, through Clyde Firth out to the isle of Arran and beyond. And not only that, but I even found the time to just stroll around in my t-shirt with camera in hand doing nothing else but acting like a tourist of some sort.
Since we have to wait some time for the snaps from Glasgow and the western part of Scotland, this one from one of the harbours on the east side will have to do. Done on one of the rangefinders and a wide lens some time ago. First thing we notice is the size of the bollards on this side of the country, as they are a bit more visible than the ones up around Glasgow area.
We got plenty of time until we have to be out there on the field where we're supposed to put a cable, or an umbilical, down to the seabed and also do a few other things. Not that we got plenty of time as such, because time is very much worth a lot of money in this game, but the weather out there at this particular spot is quite bad at the moment, meaning we are in no rush to get there.
So we're moving slowly. Very much slowly, indeed.
I woke up around 7 this morning, as we were turning west and about to start pass Rathlin Island moving straight west along the northern coast of Ireland. Which happens to be the home of my fellow blogger Michael of the North East Liberties, the owner of the blog with the same name, as you might even know by now. All day I have been sailing away along his coastline, but with no possibility to stop and say hi, of course.
Or, in fact I had some sort of hope to get quite close to the coast as me and the Chief Officer had a discussion yesterday about where the best place would be to get the lifeboat test and the FRC (Fast Rescue Craft) drills done. We ended up agreeing on a point just off Portrush or Portstewart... for some reason. Close enough to easily reach the harbour with the small boat, I hoped.
Everything seemed to work well, for a while, until the captain himself started wondering about where we were heading and why.
You can see for yourselves, as the track we made on the screen of the electronic map looks a bit weird when you think about the fact that we should be heading straight west more or less.
It was still worth the try though...
See, Michael? We were not that far away from sucess after all?!
Terrible sorry about posting a snap full of 0's and 1's, but just had to get this one out...
Well, the work west of Ireland is not finished yet, so there might be a chance to get ashore in Ireland some day for all we know. And if not, I'm pretty determined to get over there anyway another day. It's a nice piece of land, as we know well enough both from Michaels blog and from elsewhere.
I'll be back with something else quite soon!