Ingleby_Flash
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Had a week in Southern Ireland, returning to Dublin for the ferry we were told that due to bad weather our ferry was cancelled, but if we rushed we could still make the large cat. Why did we rush. It’s about a three hour sailing, when it’s not gale force, two hours into it the whole boat was a pukefest. We were all strapped into our seats with the areas compartmentalised and sealed off.
The captain came on the tannoy and said, I kid you not, “she’s holding up very well, in two hours we‘ll be in the lea of the land and it will ease”. The cat was literally falling off waves onto its side. The floors were swimming with puke, I looked outside and realised being on the outside of the boat was not survivable. The wind eased, we were told we could go to the bar for water or whatever, just got to the que and there was an alarm, a fuel pipe had come lose and started a fire in the engine room, could see the smoke billowing out of the back, it was dealt with professionally. The wind got back up and we were strapped back in.
After another two hours the captain said “she’s still holding up very well, in two hours we’ll be in the lea of the land.......”
Six and a half hours later they started calling the reg numbers of the damaged cars as we sailed into Holyhead. This might sound like an exaggeration, honestly one of the few times in my life when I thought I was in a situation that wasn’t survivable. It never should have sailed.
The captain came on the tannoy and said, I kid you not, “she’s holding up very well, in two hours we‘ll be in the lea of the land and it will ease”. The cat was literally falling off waves onto its side. The floors were swimming with puke, I looked outside and realised being on the outside of the boat was not survivable. The wind eased, we were told we could go to the bar for water or whatever, just got to the que and there was an alarm, a fuel pipe had come lose and started a fire in the engine room, could see the smoke billowing out of the back, it was dealt with professionally. The wind got back up and we were strapped back in.
After another two hours the captain said “she’s still holding up very well, in two hours we’ll be in the lea of the land.......”
Six and a half hours later they started calling the reg numbers of the damaged cars as we sailed into Holyhead. This might sound like an exaggeration, honestly one of the few times in my life when I thought I was in a situation that wasn’t survivable. It never should have sailed.