The scene here is not max wave height … they can be as high as a cruise boat. It’s been described as a washing machine action, not unlike Cape Horn … deep troughs, then shallow shelves or rocks … I was thinking that if I’d launched the boat, that’s where it would have headed, Dublin way.
Quite the opposite is the experience I had from Liverpool to the Isle of Man in 1985. We took the IoM Steam Packet ferry to Douglas one morning and the sea was flat, like a millpond, all the way. On top of that when we approached Douglas ahead of time and five miles out the ferry slowed and the entire island ahead was enveloped by cloud: you couldn’t see it. It was eerie to say the least. Apart from that we had a great week parachuting and abseiling from helicopters. Oh, and I met a gorgeous girl called Beau who was born on the same day as me only one year younger. My last night there was fantastic 😉