Today was supposed to be the warmest, sunniest day of our stay in Vancouver, not that I always believe the weather forecast you understand. There was sun outside our hotel window when we got up this morning though and, when we walked down West Broadway in search of breakfast, it was warm even though it was still before eight. Over coffee, croissants and parfaits we both agreed it was the perfect day for a walk on the beach.
The day seemed to be getting warmer and warmer and, even though I’d taken my coat off and stuffed it in my bag near the start of our walk, I was overheating. After yomping into town, running an errand and wandering all over Andrews Park taking photographs, CJ and I were in need of a coffee. We both agreed to head for Artisan Coffee in Guildhall Square. Maybe we’d even have a cake.
June 2014, Commando had finished the Gosport Golden mile and we were sitting on the shingle at Stokes Bay relaxing. It was a warm day and even a mile, when run at top speed, is a huge effort. Of course this wasn’t the end of the running for the morning, there was still a 5K race to be run… Continue reading Race two, The Gosport 5k – first published 1 june 2014
By the time I got back to the hotel, the sky had clouded over. Not thick grey clouds like the ones at home in England you understand, but a gauzy layer like a thin voile curtain pulled across the blue sky. Commando woke up and decided, in the absence of searing rays burning his skin to a crisp golden brown, we should ‘do something.’ That something turned out to be a bus trip to Paphos to find food and have a wander. Continue reading a bus trip to Paphos
Back in 2013 a grumble running through my life was that mornings would be so much better if they started later. The morning of 29 August was no exception, in fact that particular morning started in what felt like the middle of the night. Getting up in summer when it’s still dark is never a great beginning to any day I find, especially if this precedes a dash to get ready in double quick time and a day of flitting around like a hyperactive butterfly. It was time for the last ship visit of the summer. Little did I know, this would be my last ever time on board. Within a few short months the ship, the entertainers, my wonderful colleagues and even Arabella would seem like a beautiful dream. Continue reading back on board – first published 29 August 2012
Five thirty in the morning is no time to be getting out of bed. Even less so when you have to run around like an ant being chased by a magnifying glass to get showered, dressed, made up, have breakfast and get out the door by seven. This was what it was like on turnaround day in the summer when we had ship visits. There never seemed to be enough time and I always ended the day exhausted. Nevertheless I’d love to be still doing it now. Continue reading back on board for an emotional day – first published 24 July 2013
The end of the year is fast approaching so the time has come to reflect. Over the next few days I will be looking back at the the highs and lows of the old year and reminding myself of the places I discovered and the lessons I learned. Along the way I’m hoping to get a little inspiration for the year ahead. Maybe there are places that could stand further exploration or mysteries that still need solving… Continue reading 2015 disasters, history, mysteries and a marathon
Claustrophobia is a fairly common thing and, like most people, I begin to feel a bit panicky if I get shut in somewhere. When I accidentally got locked in the stairwell of the ship during a fire drill I wasn’t exactly thrilled but I did have a little something to keep me occupied and stop me turning into a gibbering wreck. In fact, this particular something put the whole thing into perspective. Continue reading trapped but with a little perspective – first published 20 June 2013
Mid June 2013 and there was high excitement in the office about the naming of the huge new Royal Princess ship by a real Royal princess, especially as our boss was going to be there. There was also sadness as this was the last day we’d be working with Gail. She’d decided to accept a job in the new office up in the frozen north rather than redundancy and this was her last day. All in all it was a strange roller coaster kind of day half lovely, half prickles a bit like the first thistle of the year on my lunchtime walk. Continue reading A naming ceremony and a goodbye meal – first published 13 June 2013