Another nasty day from the point of view of weather, though not, for a change, at all rough. Today we just had fog, which effectively stopped ninety per cent of our flying, and three of those aircraft that did get airborne had to divert to Port Stanley Airfield (where, by the way, work seems to be going well on the runway extension). In fact, the weather improved dramatically in the evening, and 814 NAS was able to fly more or less as planned overnight, carrying out a CASEX with one of our submarines that is in the area.
It was actually very pleasant not to be tossing and turning with the motion of the ship all night. The previous night I was woken up on several occasions by the violent movements of the ship, and my blasted carnivorous bunk tried to eat me at least twice, despite the use of the lock-sock. I have found, though, that I still react instinctively as soon as the bunk unlatches itself, by smashing my right arm against the wall to stop the bunk rotating while I wake up. Then I stagger out, kick the bunk back into place and crawl back into it. Nights can be quite noisy, because it’s not just me doing that.
The evening film was ‘The Prisoner of Zenda’ with Peter Sellers, which I watched and thoroughly enjoyed, despite the rather poor sound quality from ITV. I look forward to seeing it again when it arrives at the Wardroom as a film proper.