Some of Hains could be grim (pre - Hain - Nourse) and the longer the voyage the worse things became.
Water was always a problem for us and rationing was routine.
MV Trevelyan, Aden to Moji cargo of salt, the old man Captain Stewart bought some fantastic German Lager in 1 Litre bottles which sold to us at a shilling a go.
As Apprentices we thought we would be out of the loop, not so we queued with the best a bottle a night, straight out of the Meat Room.
Sitting on number Four Hatch on a Tropical evening supping subsidised beer in good company, truly memorable.
Oh, happy days.