On board m/v Westgard

A wish is a prediction of  something you are able to achieve.
Goethe.

Friday 12 February 2010

At anchor- bound for Grangemouth Schotland

Because of a defect in Grangemouth, the lockdoor is blocked, we have to wait on the river Forth. The ice is gone from deck, for the first time since weeks. We are lying at anchor, no message, no idea how long it's going to take to fix the door.
Edinburgh is so close but I cannot go ashore to take a look.
The little island I see from my window turns from green to black.




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