In March 2013 I was appointed to RFA Fort Austin. Within NATO she is classified as an AFSH, that’s to say a combat stores ship with the necessary facilities on board to embark a helicopter. [more…]
It was a fairly normal telephone call that started the whole thing: “We want to licence your software for use in Northern Cyprus and Turkey” OK , so far so good, and after a few [more…]
You may remember some months back I related a story of my first fire exercise sailing under the Red Duster. I was somewhat unimpressed having come from a different seafaring outfit where these things were [more…]
My name is William Carew and, until recent events unfolded, I was the valet to Sir Thomas Stradling of St Donat’s Castle in the Vale of Glamorgan. I entered his service while he was studying [more…]
My doctor says my blood pressure is high. He gave me some pills for that. My feet hurt. The doctor gave me some medicine for that too – it’s a liquid and it said that [more…]
Whilst recently hill-walking in the Brecon Beacons I came to the following Trig Point and decided it was an ideal place for a quick rest-stop. On closer inspection I discovered a number of memorial plaques [more…]
When I left the Royal Fleet Auxiliary in 2015 I joined a shipping company operating out of Barrow-in-Furness. It was a very small outfit which specialised in carrying nuclear cargo between Europe, the US and [more…]
Alone again with Deborah, he recalls, in no particular order, every one of the eighteen funerals he’s attended in his ten years as manager. Some bloody miserable, most just a funeral, one of them, Rory’s, [more…]
“Gavin, nice to meet you,” said Oliver, extending his hand. “You too, Oliver isn’t it?” “It is but everybody calls me Olly, except my wife, but then she is Welsh.” “OK, Olly it is then,” [more…]
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