I’ve taken so many photos of our journey up the Thames that I’ve settled for this one of the sky as we crossed the pool deck en route for dinner in the Italian restaurant. We’re moored at Greenwich, after an amazing manoeuvre to turn the ship just opposite the O2, with tugs pushing and pulling in a business-like manner.
Now our big cases have gone, our suite looks slightly forlorn, the lights of London outside make a strange contrast to the dark of the North Sea, and the engines no longer throb.
It’s an early start tomorrow. I’m off ...