Reminds me of the days when I sailed the oceans courtesy of Her Majesty's Grey Funnel Line.
Almost 40 years ago I was on HMS HERMES, our Flag Ship the previous year down the Falklands. At the time in early February 1983 HERMES was in the North West Approaches of Scotland enduring the weather of all weather.
Sometime on 3 February I was informed my day had died, and I would be flown off to attend his funeral in Lancaster at the earliest opportunity.
The storm endured unabated seemingly forever, all activity on the Flight Deck was suspended, HERMES was being flung about in the North Atlantic like a plastic duck in a bath. At last, on 9 February, the weather abated enough for helicopters to fly, and finally off I went by Seaking via Stornaway, then BA to Glasgow, and finally train to Lancaster. Missed the cremation by half-an-hour......but enjoyed the wake.
Just thought I'd say like.