Went a visitin a fine lady -Sylvia.
G and A took across somethin a called a microwave cooker
Never encountered such in thing in any galley I have been in!

Here I be outside

I met this cheery matelot -he offered me some of his baccy -but I had left me pipe on me bunk!

A fine collection of nautical bits and pieces

Well time to be off back to me berth!

This be a cleat hitch

How to tie knots? Well all us sailors know how to tie all manner of knots.
To help any landlubbers out there -here be one of them web site thingies called:

'Animated Knots by Grog'

So get ye some stout rope and get a learnin!

ere I be outside the Clophill Parish -Lock-Up and Pound!

What it says here it sounds like some form of brig! Clap em in irons that's what I say mateys!

So this would be the pound eh? That's why you get the likes of street names like Pound Lane and so on.

A little bit on Clophill from our Wikipedia friends says:

Clophill, recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086 as Clopelle; meaning tree-stump Hill in old English, is a small village located in the Flit river valley, Bedfordshire, England. The village has a reputation for the supernatural, and its Flying Horse pub (that be where young 'B' works on a Sundays!) forms part of the legend of Dick Turpin; who reputedly stopped there on en route to York. Of course that there Dick Turpin was a form of pirate -in other words a scurvey dog!

Ipswich today mateys! Here I be outside a little boat yard!

Although I prefer a nice schooner or a decent merchantman, all water craft are fine with me.


G was a goin into the buildin' ye can see a behind me to have a chat with somedody in the El S C or whatever he was a goin' on about. The buildins are converted maltings -that's right where they used to make malt for a brewin fine beers and such like ah haar!

Ipswich has a port but we did not have time to stop to have a peek at the larger vessels.

Belfast was our destination on Thursday 1st February and return on the second. We went by aeroplane which did not take very long at all. Of course I would have preferred to a gone by sea, but 'G' said that would take too long.

Here be where we stayed - a place called Stranmillis College


It was founded in 1922 to provide state-funded teacher education in the northern portion of the recently partitioned Ireland.

With its very attractive and historic campus of 18 hectares only three kilometres from the centre of Belfast. "The College's track record in teacher education since 1922 has been second to none".

I would have liked to have seen a bit more of Belfast, for various reasons including that it was once a great shipbuilding city and where they built the Titanic a shame about her maiden voyage mateys.