Today’s the day we have a day trip to Papa Westray. We have two choices; a trip on a ferry called Golden Mariana or a two-minute flight.
Looks like it’ll be the ferry today.
I’m told it’s incorrect to refer to ships as ‘she’ now. That’s a problem, since the English language seems to lack a singular non-gender-specific equivalent of ‘she’, other than the singular ‘they’. I suppose I could always refer to it as ‘it’. I feel the harbourmaster would find me referring to his ferry as ‘it’ very impersonal. I once referred to my friend’s dog as ‘it’ and they (singular) were deeply offended. For my part I don’t see why I should have to check a dog’s genitals before referring to it. Do you?
Anyway, the Golden Mariana really is the puppy’s privates.
She was built in Devon in 1973.
I wonder when this bollard was put on the harbour at Gill Pier? That’s if bollard is the correct name and I’m not talking a load of bollards.
The ferry is remarkably rust-free despite its age, which is more than you can say of me.
I am slightly concerned that the large fire-hose sized plume of water spurting out of the back is water which is leaking into the boat. Is that clearing the bilges or am I talking bilge?
A frayed knot.
As we chug out of the harbour I wonder what we’ll see on our trip in Papa Westray.
I hope you’ll join me on our adventure as I post what we find over the next few days.