Saturday, December 05, 2020

Rescue of Wilhelmine

So on the 9th Nov we headed from Helsinki towards Kimito Island, more exactly to Pederså commune. It was a few hours drive and enroute we tried to find lodging and finally when all options on the Island were exhausted for one reason or another we settled for renting a house in Ekenäs, the drive from there was a mere 45mins.

Just arrived 


Wilhelmine at Pederså

We arrived in good order few hours later and met with the widow Camilla "Kankka" that was selling the ship as they wanted to be rid of her after being an eyesore for 10 years or thereabouts. Wilhelmine sat at their property by a makeshift jetty with the bow almost ashore and loads of odd mooring ropes to shore and rocks to keep her in place during seasonal storms. She only had one demand that we let her have the ships bell as a memento to which Jan gladly agreed and papers were signed.

Sunset
Wilhelmine
Wilhelmine from the house

Her blue color had faded and paint was peeling off everywhere, there was moss and lichen all over. Nature had started claiming her back. We climbed onboard and had a wander around, there was debris everywhere and the vessel appeared like a time capsule from times bygone. She had been brought ashore after losing her trading license due to not meeting Finnish administration survey snags and the Owner then had lost interest possibly also due to financial implications involved.

Moss

The engine room appeared massive as there was a small Scania installed as main engine that actually produced more HP than the old Deutz that had been twice the size. The previous Owner had cut out the old Deutz and taken it through the forward bulkhead into the hold, we could still see the weld seams and old engine sign on the bulkhead. Only the oilbottom remained below the Scania.

The old Deutz main engine oilsump bottom

By the aft bulkhead of the engine room there still was an old Deutz auxiliary engine that was used as fire/ ballast pump and compressor. On the port bulkhead was the boiler with an Oilon burner attached and next to it the original 24V main switchboard and a battery rack. Forward of the boiler was the old coke store that was used for running the galley stove originally but this was now converted to septic tank to comply wth environmental regulations, above it as a small lube oil storage tank. On sb bulkhead was a small worktable and worn out tools from different eras, most of it useless. Behind the worktable was the old starting air bottles, now out of use. The engine casing went all the way up to the aft deck with two skylets giving air to the engine, on the top were 2 more batteries and a charger, on one side the 250ltr daytank was mounted. At the forward end of engine room was port and starboard fuel storage tanks, valve centres for ballasting and fuel and lastly the access ladder. All in all a no frills practical engine room, German design at its best.

Old main engine sign
Switchboard manufacturer sign
The 24V main switchboard
The auxiliary Deutz
Pumping out engine oil
Old impeller

The superstructure had 3 cabins aft, one was for Master (sb side) and other for the Mate (P side) and the 3rd was designated originally as hospital but a bed had been installed there. Adjacent to the masters cabin aft was his saloon and forward was access to the bathroom/ toilet. This was accessed by the Mate from the engine room casing. In the centre was a companionway and on forward port side was the galley, all running on gas. in aft the corridor ended into the steering gear room that also doubled as storage for spares and originally probably dry stores too, we also found an old scale and paint pigment that had been used to mix paint, none of that RAL stuff back then.

Bridge
Galley
Toilet/ washroom & door to engine room
Captains cabin
Saloon
Stickers in the Mates cabin

In the forecastle there was more accommodation, another 6 bunks, a communal mess and a shower/ toilet combo as well as a heater. The toilet and the heater had been removed years ago due to changed regulations. Forward of the old wash space was access to the chain lockers. Under the forward accommodation was a separate entrance to the Bosun's store and the fore peak, basically just shelves for consumables and a small work area. In the old days spare wires and the like for the rigging was kept here. The cover was off and we ascertained the forepeak dry, somewhere there was still some tarred marlin as the store smelled strongly of tar.

Forward ruff with bunks
The massive Komatsu making Wilhelmine self loading/ discharging

Then lastly we clambered up to the bridge where there was a sofa and a big wheel in the middle. The sofa had seen better days, someone had probably dropped a cigarette in one corner and burnt a hole in it. On the sb side by the sofa was a chart table. Still a pretty spacious bridge with wooden window frames covered in lichen. The table in front was littered with navigation electronics. On the bulkhead still remained the big valve for the horn but it was also gone as had the standard compass from the monkey island. Wooden doors led out on the aft deck where there still remained solidly corroded derricks for lifting your rescue boat in the water, originally there probably had been a rowing boat made of oak, now there was a derelict aluminium Buster with no engine and on the other side was a small liferaft on deck. Under the bridge there was two fresh water tanks 500 ltrs each that we think were originally filled up manually from the aft peak. The pump had been discarded.

Morsekey, one of the peculiar finds
Aft deck
The flag is hoisted

Jan started in the evening to reregister Wilhelmine as a pleasure craft (she had been deregistered by the Authorities) and got in the requisite paperwork and contract of sale. All we now had to do was to wait for the registry cert. 

We started by unloading the cars and lifting by hand all the gear onboard on the hatch and then placing it where we needed it used. There was engine oil, glycol coolant, hydraulic oil, batteries, filters, tools, portable generator, charts, overalls, portable water tanks and other odds and sods needed to get her going again.

The forward mess

In the following days Juha divvied us up each to our capabilities and we changed her engine oil (after pumping out the old toffee), renewed hydraulic oil heat exchanger for the clutch & added oil and coolant (old one was cracked and beyond any repairs), renewed all filter elements, cleaned out the Scania centrifugal lube oil filter that was full with tar-like substance, changed the impeller, renewed all batteries and reconnected them (carried out the old ones), added hydraulic oil to steering gear system and spent hours airing out the lines.

During evenings whilst we had our customary sauna prior to dinner we had ideas flying and thought that perhaps Wilhelmine could be saved and taken back into trade if she was refurbished and the Administration survey list was attended to. This was a very interesting aspect and queries were made to local charterers for possible interest. We also started putting together a refit plan and budget for bringing her up to trading condition, the major job was renewing her flatbottom that according to the Administration had worn too thin. 

We put the trip to Denmark on hold partly due to this and the current season, the weather conditions were not favorable on the Baltic sea in November and December and a prudent mariner would not venture out on open seas with so many open questions about the ship and her technical condition. After much to and fro we settled to bring Wilhelmine to Pargas to await her fate and further works. 

Meanwhile Juha spent time tracing fuel and seawater lines and valves to get bottom valves open and working & to check for any leaks. In the hold I pumped out the bilges and open ballast tanks and we did not see any ingress of water so it must've been rainwater as expected.

View inside the hold

Upon checking the fuel day and storage tanks we sounded them dry on the glass, they'd been emptied during the years for other purposes. This was quickly fixed as 5000ltrs of fuel was arranged by Juha and bunkered in the port side FO tank. After that fuel was hand pumped into the daytank and after settling awhile we drained any water and muck out on the spill tray. 

Once we were quite sure we had done all we could and should, we then connected the 24V mains and started her up after some 3 days of toil. She started on the 2nd attempt, we were extatic of this initial success and continued our work. The main engine was run for hours on idle to ensure it's working alright, then we shortly clutched her in fwd & aft to ensure the gear box works. 

We went through the galley and cabins and collected all kind of old rubbish into binbags, there was a big pile on the hatch soon together with the consumables discarded from the engine room. There were tins of food from 10+ years ago and remarkably we hazarded a try from an intact coffee packet and boiled up a kettle of coffee, it was still drinkable.

Coffee from 10 years back
Enjoying jubilee coffee in the saloon

Next we attacked the bridge and discovered all boxes got power and actually worked, GPS, radar, AIS, VHF, MF radio, decca navigator, navigation lights and search light. The only thing still out of action was the autopilot and hydraulic steering. Juha discovered the "brainbox" full of aluminium-oxidation, most likely due to cold layup so the temperature differences between seasons had contributed to this with moisture.

Bridge equipment distribution and brainbox
Some old charts found onboard

 After few hours of dismantling the circuit boards and rattling around with a screwdriver + some electro cleaner solved this issue and the autopilot got current and started working, unfortunately the rudder only worked to one direction. The next day Juha went and pottered about the steering solenoids and then we got that working to both directions, it was only a matter of contact.

Power is back

Juha used his contacts and managed to source a new brainbox which I picked up the next day in Turku for the price of a bottle red plonk. Once back onboard we discovered that the onboard box had been modified for the hand tiller and was not plug and play and it'd require a bit of soldering so we decided to do the transit out of Pederså to Pargas marina by hand steering as it was now aired and worked like clockwork.

Inside the brainbox

Then the turn came for the anchor winch to get a looksee, it was originally ran by a Deutz engine that most likely was also used to operate the cargo derricks that were removed decades ago. The old Deutz was these days lying in Kankka's beach weeds. Now there was a small 2-stroke petrol engine that is mostly seen on lawnmowers, we emptied the stinky old petrol and poured in a new mixture as well as changed oil in the crank shaft. It required few pulls but we managed to get her going and also the clutch took and turned the winch around. The anchor clutches would require more tlc to get them going as they were also seized to the axle. I did make a mixture of lube and diesel to brush in the moving parts for later action.

Then by the end of the week we fired her up and departed, it all went well but after we'd set our heading and put some steam ahead the engine was heating up dramatically, so we slowed down and were doing 3-4kts and dd a quick risk assessment and decided to head back ashore to work more on the engine as it was not up to the task in it's current condition. The wind was blowing by now but we managed to bring her in safely although we came in hot. Ropes were handed over quickly and secured ashore.

Charts at the ready 

We discovered we'd overlooked to change the automatic heat valve on the engine that regulates cooling water intake, it had seized during the 10 years layup and needed renewing. Again a quick call to Scania service center and we got confirmed that the requisite spare part is available and I was on my way again on an errand.

By this time Jan had to head back to his main job and only me and Juha remained. We exchanged the water regulator and worked her clutched in at the jetty and ensured she was not heating up as exerienced on our previous attempt. By now the weather was very bad and we went home for several days as the wind and rain kept coming for days on preventing us to move. On the 21st Nov it was first snow in southern Finland. 

On the 24th Nov we then finally had the registration at hand and the weather window looked acceptable so we decided to move and Juha had elicited the services of one of his old deckhands to join us for the trip. Everything was go and engine running but when we put her in reverse she would not budge, with rudder starboard / port we tried jigging here off the bottom but the propeller was too high to give a good thrust so it was mostly just  turning up a froth. 

The widow Kankka called a fisherman nearby if he would be available and he came after an hour or so, the fishing boat was a decent sized glassfibre boat abt 17m. We attached lines and again we tried pull astern but she would not budge, she was sitting aground. 

As the stern would swing freely and the bow was stuck somewhere Juha asked the fisherman to do side ways pulls from side to side as he was putting engine astern. Suddenly the Wilhelmine jerked itself sideways free, seems she might've sat on a small knoll and slipped off it. Anyway, we were moving fast astern and once clear of shore we let go lines to the fisherman and thanked him for his services with a bottle of Jaloviina and we were off towards Pargas.   

Helmsman on duty
Making a wake

Once underway she was now doing decent speed about 5kts and steering was ok. Engine was monitored constantly and every hour grease was pumped into the propeller shaft with the dedicated screw-press. As Juha was more experienced in the archipelago he was doing navigation, I'd last been sailing here like 20years ago, so I was taking care of the services and kept the helmsman tanked with coffee and checked on the mechanical side as well as topped up the generator we ran for 220V supply.

Approaching Pargas port
Alongside

It was already dark when we arrived to Pargas approaches and anyone who knows the area will  know the narrow pass called "pargas port", i.e. Gateway to Pargas. After confirming with VTS that there is no traffic we entered the fairway and proceeded through, it was an exciting half an hour but finally we were through and shortly after we moored to Pargas marina jetty.  

Once alongside we shut all systems down, connected shore power and turned on electric heaters so the superstructure would dry out the dampness inside. The onboard heating could not yet be used as the exhaust from the boiler was clogged up. The elements was a big surprise to us as we thought we'd have to fill copious amounts of glycol in the pipeworks but it was full. When we turned on the boiler on after emptying the exhaust of rust, miscellaneous debris and whatnot it started heating up the ship very quickly, there was no circulation pump so the water went around with gravity and heat. Truly well designed back in the day and used to run originally with a 24V burner that had been changed to a 220V Oilon, the most common burner used in houses in Finland. Later the oil heater gave up and we procured a 2nd hand overhauled unit that worked well. At the same time we sealed up the boiler better and cleaned it up too.

Then we  headed to our respective places of residence. As I was closest I got the duty to look after her, fill up the daytank and continue with more cleaning jobs. Juha would come once a week during weekends to do some mechanical stuff. I was going to receive a deckhand to help with the upcoming high pressure wash so we could remove all the loose paint, the moss and the slimy bio sheen all over her.

In the following week I opened up the aft peak tank and discovered it was partially filled with water and a thick layer of emulsified propeller shaft vaseline on the surface. Obviously one of the pipes leading through the tank had ruptured and as previous Owners had pushed grease into the system it had ended up in the tank, blue colored "vaseline worms" swam around like macaroni. It was not the only place that leaked, also the bilge in engine room next to the shaft was full of blue colored vaseline, it had been pressed in and not checked or not noticed.

Aft peak & the vaseline
Aft peak frames
The propeller shaft before cleaning bilge

Few days later Juha arranged a tanktruck to come by to clean out the oily bilges and the aft peak. They had a long hose which sucked up all liquids in one go except the vaseline that remained in the bilge. I spent several days scooping it out with a ladle from that tight space under the Deutz auxiliary engine and came to a staggering total of 210 litres of it, thats a full size barrel. In the end it all went to the dump with all other stuff we had discarded onto the hatch.

As agreed I picked up my help Fred on my way to the ship and we set to high pressure wash Wilhelmine. It was hard work with so much debris coming off that one had to stop at times to shovel the rust and dirt ashore, it didn't make it easier with very short days and the steam coming off the heated high pressure water making it difficult to see what one was doing. The old paint came off in sheets and under it one could still find the original mixed paint that was good as new. Once we had one side done we turned the ship around in situ with the main engine and started doing the other side. We finished the job by 9th December with most of the jobs done.

HP washed one side
At times it was snowing

During one weekend Juha installed a water pump and we cleaned up the water tanks under the bridge that were full of sediment. He also installed a 220V electric distribution board. Another weekend we gave a go at the excavator, the massive Komatsu instlled on a trellis on top the hatch coaming in order to make her self loading/ discharging. We renewed her filters, batteries and fuel but it appeared the preheating did not work so no matter how much we cranked her she would only promise. As December wound to its end it was time to celebrate Christmas and New Year and early January I was off to my bread and butter job in UK. Meanwhile Jan worked relentlessly in the background to secure a future for Wilhelmine.  

Monday, November 09, 2020

Rescue of Wilhelmine - prologue

My ex colleague Jan sent me in mid Oct some pictures of a small coaster that looked very quaint. At same breath he asked if I'd be interested in kicking her alive after 10 years of cold lay-up at a beach in Kimito Island and tentatively deliver her to shipbreakers in Denmark. Yes, I said, I'm always up to a challenge, especially one like this, one of a kind adventure.

As I was soon due leave I made plans to travel to Finland. With the pandemic raging in Europe it was all a bit touch an go so I took the train from Liverpool to Harwich and then the ferry to Rotterdam where I continued across Netherlands and Germany to Luebeck where i boarded the Finnlines ferry to Helsinki. 

On the ferry I coincidentally bumped into an old acquaintance, Capt Fredrik, who had finished his contract with Saga cruises newbuild and was returning home together with his wife. The mood was pretty festive to say in the least. 

Likewise Captain Pekka of Finnlady was an old classmate of mine that I hadn't met in years, it was nice to exchange news. The crew on the ferry was minimal due to covid cuts. Anyway, I arrived in good order to Helsinki on 28th Oct and headed for Loviisa where I was to meet Jan and Juha onboard the 92yr old m/v Greta where she was to be first put into winter condition before heading over to m/v Wilhelmine and her startup operation.

Sahaniemi pier

I was early (or Greta was late) and had ample time to make my way to the old timber dock at Sahaniemi after disembarking the bus at the centre of town. In the old days there used to be a train connection inland where the timber came from, the rails were still testimony on the jetty. The pier itself was made of wood and in a miserable condition, full of holes, on one side there was an old carferry and a larger motorboat, both in dire need of tlc like the pier.

Walking towards Sahaniemi

Autumn landscapes

Sahaniemi itself was more like a nature area for the local populace and it seemed popular for cars to come and drive to the end roundabout and back. After having a walk myself I saw several signs warning of harmful substances in the ground, probably from the sawmill activities from before.




Greta at Sahaniemi

After few hours I could see a red spot approaching and soon enouh Greta pulled up on the other side of the jetty and made fast with the bow almost ashore. After initial helloes it was time to chuck my luggage onboard and make myself at home & have an induction to Greta. It was already evening so soon enough it was time for dinner and some shuteye.

Hatch pontoons arrive

Hatches on  

The next days were busy to arrange for the pickup of new hatch covers for Greta from the adjacent port of Valkom. Unfortunately the contractor was a bit late in his delivery schedule and then the delivery truck acted up so we ended up moving to Valkom only on the 4th Nov.

Closed seamans venue
Lovisa centre
Lovisa old town

In between we made good use of the time and headed for Kotka maritime museum to see their display. It was nice venue but in general the lighting in museum was lacking. We were also disappointed that the old icebreaker was not accesssible out of the season. I guess the staff was freezing too much onboard and funds were not sufficient to put the heat on.

Sailors house in Kotka (now defunct)
Concrete hulled boat
Old Kemi lightship 
One museum exhibit 

After loading the hatches on the coaming we headed back to Sahaniemi for the night and then due to weather we sailed on the 6th morning to Helsinki and docked her at Halkolaituri for the winter.

Passing Porvoo refinery

Sunset over Helsinki

Greta at Halkolaituri

After making sure Greta was safe and sound and we had our todo lists done and cars loaded with all necessary gear we headed to Wilhelmine by car on the 9th Nov.

Monday, September 28, 2020

Media postings

It seems the vessel I'm working on, St Helena, has quite the media coverage last few days from Northern as far as the Southern hemisphere ...



St Helena FM interview


Saturday, September 19, 2020

New livery

This Saturday m/v St Helena moved from Cammell Lairds Campbeltown facility into their Bidston repair facility for further outfitting afloat.

This move activated the local paparazzi into action and here are a few shots by local talents: 

St Helena on the Mersey (by Phil Owen)

Tugboat assisting St Helena into Alfred lock (by Phil Owen)

St Helena on the Mersey (by John Williams)

St Helena exiting Alfred lock (by John Williams)

St Helena exiting Alfred lock (by John Williams)




Sunday, June 28, 2020

Vacation time

After having done another 6mths onboard after the 2weeks off at New Year I was starting to get weary on the daily repair drudge & managed to get my ex colleague to relieve me for July. Our worked had not stopped at any point despite COVID, the yard abandoned us for lockdown but we carried on as usual.
River Severn

I had bought a touring bicycle but barely had time to use it so decided to take it to London from Birkenhead & possibly onwards to Italy.

So on the 24th I had my pack done & was ready to go, handing over was completed and there was a heatwave so weather was perfect. I did a last check of the bicycle, topped up the tyre pressures and off I was. I was wearing normal clothes and got going but soon I realised I need to change to biking gear as it was getting really hot. Luckily I had a 3litre bladder & 0.5ltr bottle that I could rehydrate from. As it was still partial lockdown hardly anything was open except supermarkets. 

I put on my google maps to find a way down south and it took me to national cycling ways which was much better than public roads (in UK they're very narrow). I started down the Wirral south coast and ended almost to Chester where I then ventured a bit into Wales. It was getting hotter and hotter and I was really sweating my 'nads off. 

Sometime around 7pm I was having enough of it and thought to stop somewhere for the night but I was in the middle of nowhere in the Welsh countryside so I thought that I'll rough it and found a quiet field (or so I thought) where I could nod off. I did not have any sleeping bag but a rainponcho and some warmer clothes. Little did I know that the night was not going to be very pleasant, after the sun set the humidity came up and the temperature went down so I was getting colder and colder, the field was not soft and I was tossing and turning. In the middle of the night a car drove into the field and a man discharged garden cuttings and later on early morning another car raced through it to an unknown destination. Also the nightly sounds of sheep and cows were coming over from the distance.

English countryside

I managed a bit of sleep but as the dawn was showing at the horizon I was getting ready to go because I was cold and hungry. The morning was not getting any better as I found the front tyre flat. I pumped it up and after 5minutes it was empty again. So it was off walking. As I was hiking along I passed some houses after a couple hours and there was a man that saw my predicament and I asked it they knew of any repair shops nearby open. He did not know but he had a repair bottle that could be sprayed into the tyre making it airtight until I could get to the next village. I was very grateful and tried to offer some payment but he would not have it.

Having my front tyre fixed I got going and I was still hungry so next task was getting some food, I next passed Bangor on Dee age and got some energy drinks, energy bars and sandwiches to go. I continued through and stopped in a small park by river Dee to enjoy a late breakfast and it was warm and sunny I fell asleep for awhile. When I woke up I started again on my trek towards Ellesmere. As I was approaching Ellesmere the front tyre gave up again and I was on foot, luckily google showed a repair shop there but indicated it closed. 

I was descending by foot into Ellesmere a car stopped by me as he saw my flat tyre, the driver told me to go few hundred meters forward and stop at his house as he had all gear to fix my problem. I did so and it turned out the gent was a bicycle enthusiast himself and he dismantled my bicycle front and started looking for what was leaking, in the end it turned out that the inner tube had ruptured just by the filling vent. Unfortunately I did not have a spare inner tube (sop much so he gave me an old one until I got to the next village that had a bicycle shop. Chatted awhile with the man and it turned out he was a furloughed tourist bus driver so he had all the time on his hands while waiting for the lockdown to lift. Again I tried to offer payment for the work he did for me but he would not have it, I couldn't even offer a pint at the local as everything was shut.

Meanwhile he was putting the tube & tyre back on I looked for a place to stay as the day was coming to an end. I managed to get a room at the Red Lion inn near the centre. Having had a nice shower and eaten the rest of my sandwiches from Bangor it was lights out for me.

Next day I stopped by a breakfast place and bought a set of sandwiches to go and continued more south towards Shrewsbury. It was not long before I reached Shrewsbury where I bought a spare inner tube & gloves, my hands were killing me and I started realizing that the cycling position I was in was probably a bit too long outreach. Anyway, I kept on going along the Severn river, lovely scenery & I stopped at a field next to the cyclepath for lunch. 

English countryside

Afternoon brought a more hillier scenery and as the day wore on I had to walk up the hills, my pack was just too heavy and my energies were exhausted but I kept going as I had booked a room at Bulls Head in Chelmarsh. Again it was after a shower and sandwich lights out.

My nights sleep was restless I think because the TV was on standby and it emitted a tinny noise, too bad I discovered it only in the morning. Again I was really hungry & packed up and started cycling to closest Co-op for more sandwiches. 

Grabbed a quick feed at a parking lot & got going, was still having hilly scenery and I stopped later in afternoon for lunch in a field. Then I kept going, it was still sunny and hot and I kept sweating like a pig. As I was going I crossed a set of train tracks and there was a station next to the crossing. I stopped and checked the timetable and there was a train coming in 15mins. 

That was it, I had had enough of sandwiches so I decided I'll train the rest of the way into London, after all I had reached over halfway from Birkenhead so boarded in Hartlebury. The train backtracked a bit into Birmingham where I changed trains and got all the way into Watford junction, there I changed onto another train to Harlesden station. My brother met me at the station and then we cycled to his pad at Shepherds Bush. 

It was a nice way to travel but would have been nicer had there been some proper food & lodgings available as all pubs and restaurants were still closed and not many hotels were open either. I also realized that weight of pack is important, I was carrying a lot of unnecessary gear. Anyway, you live and you learn, I hope I'll be able to bike tour soon again... I decided not to push onwards onto Europe as I was not in a very good shape and I didn't have the time either so I left the bicycle into my brothers care...



Tuesday, November 05, 2019

Life takes a turn...

As I was enjoying my rotational leave from Ventum Maris in South Africa I got a mail asking if I would be interested in joining a commercial venture with world wide itinerary. My interest was immediately peaked so I said "yes but that I was in a contract so needed some notice" in case we would come to an agreement. 

RMS St Helena watersalute
Photographer: unknown

After a few exchanged emails it turned out that the vessel in question was the ex RMS St Helena that had most of her life been trading between the Island of St Helena, Ascension, Tristan da Cunha, Cape Town and UK. She had been owned by the Gov't of St Helena with Andrew Weir and Bibby doing the day to day operational management and manning. 

RMS St Helena discharging cargo in St Helena
Photographer: unknown

After completion of the airport on St Helena Island it was deemed that the vessel was superfluous after nearly 30 years of service (she was also pretty knackered by then). Subsequently she was in 2017 sold off to a security company that renamed her MNG Tahiti and also changed her class and flag to something less illustrious from LR and MCA. The then Owners positioned her in the Middle East as a floating armory. Apparently this did not work out very well financially for the new Owners as she was put on the market almost immediately and less than a year later she changed hands again, this time to other British interests.

St Helena in Birkenhead

Then in 2018 she was brought from Dubai to UK and moored in Portland where some cosmetic works were carried out and she was then displayed in London next to HMS Belfast for promoting her future.  Also the St Kitts and Nevis Flag was discarded and the British red ensign was hoisted and Class was changed back to LR. After this she was moved to Liverpool and is undergoing major overhaul and refit of machinery, structure and interior spaces in preparation for her 30 year special survey at Cammell Lairds ship repair yard in Birkenhead. 

St Helena in Birkenhead

After few days of deep thinking I thought to myself that these kind of proposals only comes a few times in your life so I had my chance here & now so told Wilson that I'm accepting the job offer. Few days onward I had a contract and I tendered my resignation to Campers & Nicholson's from Ventum Maris. It is a bit sad as I had only been a short time on her and thoroughly liked my time onboard but I guess it was my time to be a bit selfish.

St Helena in Birkenhead

Fast forward a few weeks again I was on the airport in Nice on a flight to Manchester where I was picked up by the DPA and brought onboard. The previous Master had left some time ago and only the Ch Mate was holding up the fort so it was a clean slate to start from. Well, time will tell how this goes but there definitely is a lot to be done to this lady before she is setting sail again.