It was hot, humid and airless at the anchorage and buoy berths and spending a
week there in the days before ships were air conditioned, loading timber plank
by plank, was not a favourite pastime. It used to be such a relief to get to
sea again and have a nice breeze blow through the accommodation.
The photo that interested me most was the one of the "Pyrrhus" in Port
Swettenham, with a tiny tug alongside.
During the war my father was injured whilst on a Russian convoy, and was subsequently pronounced unfit for sea service, but he managed to get a job with the "United Towing Company" of Hull. Immediately after the war, I took a day off school and went out on the trials of this brand new, tiny tug. Up and down the Humber, over the measured mile, followed by, in those days, a sumptuous buffet. I can still remember the ham sandwiches!
On my first trip, on the Glenorchy, crawling up to Port Swettenham, what should come round the bend but THE tug.
My father had sailed her ( though I didn't know at the time ) from the UK to Malaya. I don't know how long it took, but I do know that they hardly lost sight of land all the way!