As a young boy I lived on Portland Bill in a little cravan right next to the lighthouse. Boy, was that foghorn loud. I would never have guessed aged 17 I would be working at FOST in the MSO and then a few months later on a ship doing my first Work-up.
There are tons of tales from that place, I'm sure.
A couple I recall was when one ship bumped into a sub. The signal I had to hoist was so bloody long I had to walk down to the quarterdeck towing the signal behind me, and even then I don't think any ships could read it.
Another was when some ship nearly blew the tug towing the target out of the water.
Happy days!
There are tons of tales from that place, I'm sure.
A couple I recall was when one ship bumped into a sub. The signal I had to hoist was so bloody long I had to walk down to the quarterdeck towing the signal behind me, and even then I don't think any ships could read it.
Another was when some ship nearly blew the tug towing the target out of the water.
Happy days!