Happy Birthday QM2.
Ten years ago today, Her Majesty The Queen gave this ocean liner its name and we will celebrate in style with a special birthday celebration dinner followed by
the 10th Anniversary Royal Ascot Ball.
Unfortunately, I left my fascinator at home in Aberdeen so I am already under dressed, but look forward to the festivities. The staff in the Queen’s Grill is helping build the excitement with their secret menu and their delight in watching those who have made the voyage before realize they can’t plan what they are having for dinner while relishing their lunch. Normally, when you are handed your lunch menu, the last few pages include the choices for dinner, until today, when empty golden pages greet you instead.
BTW, just in case you feared for our lives after reading yesterdays post…
we did not have 12-15 meter waves…
my metric ignorance was once again exposed
as Ren Man clears it up below.
Also, the photo of the propellers standing guard in the front of the ship were mistakenly referred to as re-purposed when actually,
they are known as the Commanders Cuff links and are spares for the ship.
Although, I have plenty of photos to share with you, the amount of time it takes to download and post them is becoming quite cumbersome, and with only three days more on the ship, well, it will have to wait.
Here is the…
The Queen Mary is an amazing ship, which you cannot appreciate until you are crossing the North Atlantic in early January with 18 to 20 foot seas and near gale force winds.
After two days in to the passage the winds shifted to the northwest and increased in force, which pushed the seas to a height that would challenge any other ship.
Early Tuesday morning at about 4:30 we were woken by a crew announcement to assemble an assessment team on the bridge. There were follow up messages with an all clear given at about 5:00 AM. There were very few details on the incident however rumors abounded as to what the incident was. At this time the seas have calmed a bit but are still rough at 7 1/2 to 12 feet as we edge toward Southampton, UK.
the sun is setting on the vast Atlantic and that tartan blanket has wrapped itself around me as I place my bet on the sun to beat out the clouds as it falls beyond the horizon.