• Flåm by Rail, Fjord by Foot, and Storm by Midnight

    19th August 2014 The previous evening, we’d been informed that the ship would enter the fjord leading to Flam at around 1 am, with an open invitation to go on deck and witness the breathtaking scenery. We woke at 7 am, and through the breakfast restaurant’s windows, we could indeed see the towering cliffs of… Continue Reading

  • Constellations, Codebreakers, and Choppy Seas

    17th August 2014 We always sleep soundly on a boat; night was no exception. The only drawback is that with an inside cabin, once the lights are off, it’s as black as the proverbial cat in a coal cellar, you can’t see a thing. Switching on a light feels like being a British Lancaster bomber… Continue Reading

  • Of Toes, Tall Ships, and a Taste of the High Sea

    16th August 2014 After our trip to Clacton, I, unfortunately, developed a painful sore on my big toe during our walk around the Naze. Despite taking Ibuprofen, the pain persisted, making walking rather awkward. I found some tablets prescribed years ago for a bout of gout and decided to give them a try. Although the… Continue Reading

  • Homeward Bound Through the Blizzard

    21st January 2014 We woke to a slightly warmer morning than yesterday. After a couple of coffees, my first task was to go online with my tablet, thank goodness for the very fast, free Wi-Fi in the room, and check in for our flight this evening. Once that was accomplished, I retrieved our passports and… Continue Reading

  • Rocking, Rolling and Dozing Off at Sea

    18th January 2014 Another storm rolled in overnight, rattling us awake with the ship’s newfound enthusiasm for rocking and rolling. By the time we properly surfaced in the morning, however, the sea had calmed down entirely. No evidence remained of the overnight drama, other than a suspiciously soggy balcony. Breakfast in the Britannia restaurant was… Continue Reading

  • Banana Bread, Bat Vision, and Bingo

    17th January 2014 The sea was a touch frisky this morning, though nothing to trouble a seasoned sailor such as myself (or so I keep telling Sue). Breakfast was in the waiter-service Britannia restaurant, where we shared a table for six with some well-travelled fellow Brits. Their tales of nautical escapades and “lessons learned” at… Continue Reading