We’ve crossed the deepest part of the Atlantic now and are
just about to sail across the tail of the Grand Banks, a much shallower stretch
of sea off the coast of Newfoundland.
It hardly seems possible to have sailed just under 2000
miles from the UK but it all seems very very far away now.
Bird life is becoming much more active with dozens of sea
birds flying about the ship.
This morning we woke at 4 am and walked around deck 7 for
two miles… a gorgeous sky greeted us like a painting come from the East. You can just see the crescent moon.
Nicholas
So…last evening we are walking on Deck 3 following dinner
and suddenly a voice called out, “Dr. Down. Dr. Down. Nick!” Yes, the Oxshott
Medical Practice found him here on board! 2 very nice patients from his years as
a physician are also on QM2 with us and are treating us to a pre-dinner drink
here, in the Commodore Bar tonight. Talk about a small world…
Earlier today, after breakfast, we played a mean game of
Scrabble at the games tables. There was a classical pianist playing, just next
door, in the Royal Court Theatre…sublime…this is an unbelievable journey.
As I am typing, the foghorn on the ship is sounding with a
degree of constancy, apparently the Grand Banks are notorious for fog as thick
as pea soup (it is also the same location as the sinking of the Titanic…fog
seems a good option to me.
Judy
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