Dive, Dive, Dive

Not the greatest blip today, not very artistic or imaginative.

After our evening at Spencer and Tor's party last night, and stopping down in Kent we decided to go on to Chatham and visit the Royal Dockyard. Oliver bought a toy submarine a week or so back, and was taken with it, so we went to see HMS Ocelot, a former Royal Navy submarine. It also served to quell my curiosity of what a submarine is like on the inside (as we believe my grandfather had a small part to play with submarines during world war 2).

The sleek exterior really does nothing to prepare you for how cramped it is inside. Now saying it is cramped is one thing, but seeing it, and seeing how 79 men lived, worked, ate, slept pretty much on top of each other for 3 months at a time really was a different thing.

The inside looked to me like they had designed the outside, and got a rough idea of how mush stuff they had to get in there, but probably miscalculated by about 50%. There isn't a spare inch of space, if there was it had pipes, wires, cables or something or other running through it.

Oliver was interested and found the whole thing a great time, so it was worth it for that alone.