These are pictures from HMS Leedscastle in 82 & HMS Yarmouth in 85 – 86. Included are pictures from the Falklands, South Georgia, etc.
Continue reading Some pictures from Falklands deployments
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So here I am fresh from a year in Gibraltar now just arrived at my next port of call – HMS Osprey, Portland. This is were I was to meet and marry Sue (29 years on and going strong). Continue reading A first look…. 
One last Catalan bay story. I was, of course, a bit of a beach god – rippling muscles, golden tanned body – the works! Um, well, not quite. Continue reading A beach god!… 
Another day at Catalan Bay. I had just done a 12 hour night duty in the hospital, a quick dash to my flat, a fried breakfast and then off to spend the day dozing on the beach. Never a wise approach whilst on nights… Continue reading A Catalan dip… 
Catalan bay is the main beach on Gibraltar – a very popular spot. Particularly with the locals. On a particularly warm, sunny afternoon I was sitting on the sea wall, surveying the scene below, drinking some Rose and munching through some Calamaris (squid) – still the best I have eaten. Continue reading A Catalan picnic 
Whilst in Gibraltar in 78 I shared a flat on Main St with my mate Pete Wright, another branch member serving at RNH Gib. We had a weeks leave due, so we took of to hitch hike around Spain for a bit…. Continue reading A Spanish hike… 
On of the early ‘fun’ things the RN likes you too get a handle on is ‘damage control”. This is something, that at the time, you never really think you’ll need. Well, fast forward to 1982 and the Falklands conflict – you are now thanking your lucky stars that you have been trained for shoring up holes that are gushing water into your ship…. Continue reading Too short for damage control… So here I am, at Royal Naval Hospital Haslar in Gosport, its February 1974. I’ve learnt how to row a whaler, how to march, shoot, tie knots and a host of other nautical stuff – not forgeting, the importance of spitting on shoes! Now it’s time for my part 2 training – the medical stuff!…. Continue reading You want me to stick it where….? 
What is is with spit? Some of us have it and some don’t. I, unfortunately, am a ‘don’t’. What am I rambling about? Well, the services, including the RN, are big on spit and polish. This is a charming technique of spitting on your boots and then applying polish…. Continue reading What is it with spit……..? It’s a lovely view from the sea wall, isn’t it? Well no, not really. Particularly when you are running alongside it in mid-winter, at dawn, dressed only in shorts and vest freezing your bits of. Yes, we are still at Haslar in early February 1974 undergoing part 2 training…. Continue reading Murder ball………! | ||||||