Today had to rate as one of the best forgotten crossings on the Cuan passenger ferry. The gale had whipped the sea up into a white-water extravaganza. But what made it so dreadful was the snow and sleet shower that just happened to coincide with the 1-00pm crossing. It was not so much fear that was the problem, rather disbelief that myself and several other people were putting ourselves through it. Still – you have to get to the other side.
Sometimes I think I must be daft to work here.