Ticking Boxes
After just ten hours in Port Cartier in June 1974 loading iron ore (my second ten hours in Port Cartier …
Category Archives: service
The Dizzy Heights
My first period of leave passed quickly. Having arrived home on 22 March 1974, it took my employers exactly one …
I Don’t Believe in Father Christmas
In the previous post the Sheaf Royal had arrived in Rotterdam. We weren’t there long. It took 36 hours to …
Rotterdam or Anywhere
Rotterdam was the third port we visited on the Sheaf Royal during my first trip to sea. Arriving off Rotterdam …
The Black Jellybean of Sin
The Welford family make an annual Easter pilgrimage to Skegness, where the coast is low, the sea is cold, and …
Another Wrong Train
It has happened again! Last night I received a call from our daughter who instead of heading back to Nottingham …
The Wrong Trousers
There was a time when I used to purchase an extra pair of trousers with a new suit. Given that …
The Gap Year
The Gap Year didn’t exist when I was growing up. Like most of my friends I left school at sixteen. …
The Wrong Yoke
A couple of birthdays ago my wife bought me a Fitbit. This handy little device clips into my shirt pocket and …
Washing Feet
It is easy to get discouraged at times. I have to confess that I spent the first two weeks of …
Dry Docked
Today we have a new writer but a familiar face. Anyone who has followed the blog from the start may remember …
Working for no pay
I don’t know about you but I want to contribute to life – I want a chance to give something of myself: to God, to my ‘neighbour’, to creation.
The Cost of Serving
I really did not want to say yes to the request, but found it difficult to say no, or justify a negative response. I woke this morning challenged by the dream, which raised several questions.
Ebs and Flows... 