This morning we attended a talk about Modern Navigation at Sea given by the captain. It was very interesting, and Wilson asked a lot of questions. So many that at one point the captain asked whether he was studying for his Masters' Licence!
Afterwards Wilson took himself off for a bridge tour… except I'm terribly afraid it might not have been so much a tour as W finding the door unlocked and letting himself in for a look round. After that navigation lecture this morning, I just hope he didn't touch anything — a little knowledge can be a very dangerous thing.
Following lunch we went to the ice rink where, exactly 30 years after Torvill and Dean's Olympic triumph in Sarajevo, W slid uncertainly onto the ice grasping the handles of a stabilising penguin. He told me later that it was much harder than he'd expected and the motion of the ship had made it even more difficult.
I think his fur softened most of his falls.
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