And the Winner is...

This afternoon we went to the presentation of the best picture awards for the art class. The winners were announced in reverse order with seven joint fourths and then the top three. After the second prize was awarded I was getting quite upset because most of Janet's pictures were better than the prize winners. Then guess what? Janet won the first prize with her painting of the Red Arrows practising over the Norfolk Broads.

Monday 31st October 2011

Our last day of the cruise. The disembarkation instructions have been delivered to our cabins, along with the envelopes in which to place our tips! We're currently sailing through the Bay of Biscay, with rain lashing the windows and the ship's fog horn occasionally blasting through the gloom. The seas aren't too bad, though yesterday as we sailed up past Portugal we had enormous swells which some found uncomfortable.

Harold and I attended our final painting class yesterday afternoon. We painted a view of a beach with some fishing boats moored on the shingle. And this morning we've been to the display of some of the paintings that all the class have produced over the last couple of weeks. It was quite interesting to see everyone's work. Dave had difficulty picking out my three paintings from those displayed, until he realised that they all had masked edges which had 'bled'. Here's a photo of some of the display, with two of mine marked with red spots (not 'Sold' stickers, merely digitally added markers to show you which are mine!).

I keep nagging Julie to blog about her 'Pinafore' experience, but to no avail so far. Maybe this afternoon she'll get round to it!

All for now

xx
Janet
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Beverages

The worst part of Aurora is the Orangery which is the self service restaurant on deck 12. Combatants enter the servery from dining rooms on both sides and circle around a series of isolated counters. Inevitably queues form at each end of these counters creating central war zones where collateral damage is unavoidable. The worst part of the Orangery are the small circles of hell where you can make your own beverages. These have been carefully designed by P&O to encourage passengers to give up and buy their drinks from the waiters.

I have to admit that, when I was younger and lived in Manchester, I occasionally drove too close to the car in front. Now I have retired to St Annes I don't do it any more. I'm older and wiser and anyway it's impossible to intimidate old ladies who haven't looked in their mirrors for the last 20 years. Standing in the beverages queue takes me back to those nose to tailgate, testosterone fuelled, journeys on the M60. Everyone in the queue is shuffling forwards and straining their necks to discover the source of the delay. “Oh for God's sake” is the unspoken cry “ how long does it take someone with a walking frame to make a cup of tea?”

After picking up your cup and saucer the first thing you encounter is a set of eight drawers each labelled with the name of a different exotic tea. In accordance with P&O rules only four randomly selected drawers are allowed to contain tea bags. The octogenarian couple in front of me, who have spent the last five minutes discussing their aliments, have now arrived at the drawers. “What sort of tea would you like today Arthur?” - time stands still - “ Er, Peppermint” - “Oh Ethel likes that, get yours whilst I see if she wants one”. As his wife limps away to the far end of the dinning room' Arthur opens the empty drawer marked Peppermint. This time the “ Oh for God's sake” is audible.

At last it's my turn. I've selected Janet's tea bag from a prioritised list of options and I've remembered to pick up the spoons with the cups. I'm conscious of the pressure behind me but, so far, everything is going well. The coffee comes in those little tubes and I tear off the end and squeeze. The tube remains stubbornly sealed so I tear off some more and try to force the grains of coffee through the small hole that I've now made. As I throw the tube away and start again, I hear a tutting noise from the man behind. At randomised intervals the boiling water dispenser fails to deliver a full cup. Without thinking I press the button again and fail to drag the cup away before the water cascades into the saucer. As I pour the excess coffee into the drip tray I hear more tutting.

The dispenser works fine for Janet's tea and I quickly mash the tea bag and fish it out with a spoon. The tutter behind has impatiently started to make his drinks and is now standing smugly in front of the waste bin, which P&O have thoughtfully provided at the beginning rather than the end of the preparation area. I raise the tea bag on its spoon of boiling water to the level of his nose and give him my best “come on punk make my day” look. Startled, he takes a quick step backwards and a series of nose to tail collisions ripples back down the queue. Now that the man behind has become the focus of the queue's anger I leisurely add milk to the drinks and give them one final, triumphant, stir.

Dave C

Saturday, 29th October 2011

The mixed weather has continued. Thursday was spent in Palermo, with sunshine all day. Yesterday, as we steamed down the Adriatic, persistent rain once more set in – postponing the ship building competition for a second time. Late in the afternoon, the Cap-tain made an announcement informing us that there was bad weather ahead, and because of this he had decided to cancel our planned stop in Oporto on Sunday. Instead, he had arranged for us to visit Malaga today, where the weather forecast was good.

Sure enough, we woke to clear blue skies and all went off the ship to explore Malaga again. A lovely day, culminating in the Ship Building competition in one of the pools, with lots of spectators due to the brilliant weather.

Only four 'ships' had been entered into the competition, two of which were pretty basic. Our octopus caused a great deal of amusement, and passed all the tests, but was beaten into second place by a lovely yacht made from water bottles, bin bags and yellow & black safety tape. A satisfactory result, and best of all – we've left the octopus upstairs by the pool so now have a more spacious cabin again!

And the winner...

We're sailing towards Gibraltar now – rough seas tomorrow and Monday, and then we're home.

xx

Janet

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Wet in Venice

I've always believed that the most important thing to do before you die is to live for a long time but sailing into Venice in the morning mist probably comes second on the list. Just after 7.00, I met room service at the door to intercept the breakfast tray. I'd decided that, in the dimly lit cabin, a meeting between a sleepy waiter and the large octopus draped over our table might not end well. By 7.30 we were on a little used balcony that runs right across the front of the ship just under the bridge. Fortunately someone had hidden the “access for crew only” sign under the door mat and so once the safety locks had been removed on the outer steel door there was nothing to stop us enjoying the best vantage point on the ship.

Looking on the positive side, this was the first time we had watched the approach to Venice through driving rain. The view was still breathtaking although part of that effect may have been due to the wind. The bad weather and the feeling of water water everywhere seemed to emphasise the fragility of the place. There are various engineering schemes going on to “save” Venice but it's hard to believe that a sad end is not inevitable. Venice is sinking on its timber piled foundations by about 25mm a decade which is bad news when sea levels are rising. Obviously if there are billions of Euros on offer, someone is bound to come up with a rescue plan to dump loads and loads of rock into the sea, particularly if they own a quarry. However, I suspect that in the long term, the main benefit of the current civil engineering schemes will be to enable a significant proportion of the population to get rich enough to buy a house on dry land.

On previous trips to Venice we have done most of the main tourist things like marvelling at the cost of a cup of coffee in St Mark's Square. This time we decided to explore the Santa Groce area which gave us the opportunity to visit Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, the largest church in Venice and also Ca'Pesaro, the modern art gallery. It also gave us the opportunity to use the new People Carrier. I suppose an underground would have been out of the question even for the Canute school of Venetian engineers, so they have opted for an elevated light railway. This runs from the cruise terminal to the edge of the old city which isn't very far but it's an interesting way to save a bit of walking. It is a driver-less which in Italy is probably considered a safety feature.

The church was amazing. Apart from being very large, the building is not that special but it is full of beautiful artwork including paintings and sculptures by Titian, Donatello and Bellini and a fantastic pyramidal monument by and to Canova. I can't show you because there were signs everywhere saying no photographs. I tried to sneak some but I only succeeded in getting one shot of the main altar and two of my fingers. The modern art museum was also well worth the visit. It was founded to exhibit the work of local artists but paintings and sculptures by more famous artists have been added to create an interesting cross section of 19^th and 20^th century art.

On the floor above there was an exhibition of modern sculpture. Black carpets hung in twisted shapes on on the walls. A number of the works featured copper tubes bent into abstract shapes and connected to the working parts of fridges. These sat forlornly in puddles of water on plastic sheets on the floor. The frozen tubes were covered in ice and it was difficult to know where the plumbing stopped and the art began. My favourite was a slab like sculpture that rose from a glass tank containing a single large white fish. I wondered if the piece would work with any type of fish and, if not, what would happen to its value when the white fish died? Did the artist offer a replacement service and if you used your own fish would it become a forgery? All Canova had to do was to design an angel that is so beautiful it makes people want to cry. Modern art is much more complicated.

Dave C

Wednesday, 26th October2011

At sea somewhere off the southern tip of Italy.

To say weather has been mixed would be an understatement. Dubrovnik two days ago was sunny and hot – Venice yesterday was cold and wet. Today, we've had cloudy and sunny spells, but the strong winds have kept us all indoors.

Harold has been kept very busy on this cruise. He went to a classical concert this morning at11:00am and a piano and violin recital this afternoon, and in between the two concerts managed to fit in lunch and the painting class. The rest of us have been a bit less active. Dave & I had breakfast late again this morning, at Cafe Bordeaux (the civilised option – we avoid the scrum of self-service buffet whenever possible). We then went up to the Crows Nest lounge with our books and the laptop. There are comfy chairs up there, fabulous views of the sea, and usually a very quiet atmosphere, though not this morning as a musical quiz was in progress. We stayed for an hour or so, until I remembered that I'd not done my 'homework' for this afternoon's painting class. So back to the cabin for a while. Then the painting class for me, followed by very late lunch (3:30) and a cuppa. We then watched a bit of the fashion show, until Dave got bored and we returned to the cabin so that he could continue building a miniature ship to go in the octopus's tentacles. The ship-building competition has been postponed until the 28^th October, so we've managed to hang the octopus (and,yes Rob, it does have 8 legs) from one of the pictures in our cabin, as life is cramped enough without sharing our space with a 6 foot seamonster.

Not much more to report at the moment. Dave is currently writing about our day in Venice, and I hope one of the others will also get blogging soon.

love

Janet

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Sunday 23rd October

We've been working on the octopus this afternoon - here's the latest photo...

Heaven knows where we're going to keep it for the next two days -and our cabin steward is in for a surprise this evening when he comes to 'do' our cabin while we're at dinner!

xx
Janet
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