It's 1 a.m. The sea's just got rougher. A steward is shaking me awake. "Your car alarm's just gone off sir. Please come and switch it off."
So, in pyjamas and dressing gown I head down to the car deck. It's freezing. I'd no idea what to do. Find the handbook. Rake through the 90% of useless guff and - ah- there it is - fairly straightforward but what a noise in the confined space. And I wasn't the only one. Two other guys having even less luck with theirs.
Sealink's North Sea concerto for three uncoordinated horns!
So, in pyjamas and dressing gown I head down to the car deck. It's freezing. I'd no idea what to do. Find the handbook. Rake through the 90% of useless guff and - ah- there it is - fairly straightforward but what a noise in the confined space. And I wasn't the only one. Two other guys having even less luck with theirs.
Sealink's North Sea concerto for three uncoordinated horns!