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Originally Posted by Pilot24
Its a great pity!
I had the priviledge of being pilot on her in and out of Belfast one sunny summers evening, (We usually get one a year in Belfast) and boy, did I get my eyes opened.
Tiny dinner plate of a rudder and telegraphs to the engine room.
Approach berth at about 8 knots then all hell breaks loose, engine telegraphs going along with berthing telegraphs!!!!
My hair went from jet black to white in a nano second!!!!
Hats off to the lads who manoeuvre her and to those who maintain the gubbins down below.
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Me too! That was the way they were manoeuvred by the men who grew up with them. Back then there were no bangs or slamming into walls. I believe this craft has been lost and those few people now at the controls simply are lacking in the ingrained experience required.