The car is going back to the UK shortly so we set off for a drive and a pizza. On the way back we stop for the traditional view of the Rock of Gibraltar. I can well see why the Spanish find the British possession so irritating - tough, they should have tried harder in school and learned how to sail properly.
Sadly, I put my girlfriend on a plane to go and see her mum and her new baby niece who finally arrived a few weeks late.
I give the car to some nice men who I hope are going to take it back to the UK on a transporter. The reason it is going
back is that you are not supposed to keep a UK car in Gibraltar for more than 6 months. The nice men tell me that this
is not a big deal. At which point I am sorely tempted to tell them I have changed my mind and wave goodbye but I don't.
On the way back from town I devour an ice lolly but still feel thirsty. In a shop I then spot what I assume is a frozen drink but when I look closely it contains lots of red and yellow spheres which I decide may be sweetcorn and something red. Whatever. The next mystery is how to open it. Fortunately, I always carry a pocketknife (apart from on airplanes, of course) so I manage to get the top off with some difficulty. Whatever is inside is frozen solid so I squeeze it very hard whereupon most of the contents erupt like a volcano all over me and the street.
What's left, then melts and drips out of the bottom - which is really the top as I have got it upside down.
This is the The Seismic Vessel
You would imagine that bow thrusters would have eliminated the need for tugs - apart from when the bow thrusters break, obviously.
This is her finally leaving us after a few days in port.
This is HMS Sabre P285, showing off her new shark front paint job. Compare and contrast with the photo on Wikipedia (which I contributed about a year ago).
And this is Hurricane Run which, quite frankly, looks no big deal coming into harbour but is actually a very substantial boat indeed.