Sailing through the Fjord towards Geiranger, for the Final time - August 2008
That's a beauty, Rosie. I have always loved, loved, loved, those moments when QE2 with her wonderful whistle and overawing majesty, plays along with far smaller ships (and, on one occasion, a crowd of hooting school children!) in a to-and-fro banter of blasts.
And indeed, my life with QE2 ended in just such a way, with a whistle exchange between Balmoral and QE2 on the dark Clyde, when QE2 left for that final time, with whistle greetings sent to and fro, only this time not merry but full of lament, and with the hills on either side of the river sending back the echo. And us, hushed, taking it in... a huge mix of powerful emotions.