The ship left Suez in convoy at 4.00am, when I was fast asleep, so we’re well on our way through the canal when I wake around 7.00, and we’ll reach the mediterranean by nightfall so I don’t want to miss a thing. Peter is still on watch and I sit up at one of the portholes looking out at sand,…
February 1977 Rotterdam, Holland, I’m 29. I’m sitting close to Peter, my husband of three weeks, on the deck of a tugboat crossing the harbour to join our ship. It’s the start of his next four month assignment as Chief Officer, and I’m to travel with him for six weeks. It’s cold and grey, and we rise and fall with…