Are there any ex crew members of the Untiring who remember the night when the wind was howling over Chesil Beach making the trot boats bounce against each other, which resulted in myself and other five or six duty watch having to move the boat away to secure to a buoy in the pitch black, (yes! just the five or six of us) as most of the crew had gone ashore or on weekend if my memory serves me correct. The buoy jumper was the cook, and one officer on the bridge, me on the wheel and telegraphs and others working the Doncs.
Luckily, we had quickly put together victuals supplied to last ‘til the morning, when more crew came aboard to get us back alongside wind speed had subsided. Quite an exciting time I thought, probably not for the cook jumping with the assistance of a torch light.!!