A Narrow Channel
After nearly ten hours sailing we have arrived. Devonport dead ahead. But first we have to navigate the narrow channel in the Mersey River. For the crew of the bridge, who do this all the time, this is like a walk in the park (let's hope one day we don't have to explain this metaphor to our children).
You can see a solitary fisherman sitting in his dinghy just outside the channel lines, and some more people on shore. Up in the bridge (I'll tag it) the Captain watches as the Spirit of Tasmania I enters the final approach.
A Narrow Channel
After nearly ten hours sailing we have arrived. Devonport dead ahead. But first we have to navigate the narrow channel in the Mersey River. For the crew of the bridge, who do this all the time, this is like a walk in the park (let's hope one day we don't have to explain this metaphor to our children).
You can see a solitary fisherman sitting in his dinghy just outside the channel lines, and some more people on shore. Up in the bridge (I'll tag it) the Captain watches as the Spirit of Tasmania I enters the final approach.