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4. Hudley Rana

4. Hudley Rana

Portrait: Hudley Rana by Evert Ploeg #4 Hudley Rana Was Electrical Officer on ship in India, now living in Melbourne with his wife and their two sons, volunteers at Stella Maris Seafarer Centre because they’ve looked after him in many ports around the world. In India...
11. THE SEAFARER WHO IS LONGING

11. THE SEAFARER WHO IS LONGING

Portrait sitter​: Dirk Lorenzen by Robert Hannaford #11 The Seafarer Who is Longing He has been to sea his whole life. He started as a cabin boy at 13. He learned to scrub the forecastle using two buckets, one to scrub and one to throw up in. He loves being at sea,...
7. Rob Spicer

7. Rob Spicer

Portrait: Rob Spicer by Evert Ploeg #7 Rob Spicer Captain. Retiring. Could continue for longer but getting out of the industry. Seen alot of changes. He will miss allot of things about being at sea, but it has all changed so much he is glad in many ways to be getting...
9. Johnny Geere

9. Johnny Geere

Portrait: Johnny ‘The Gear’ Geere by Robert Hannaford #9 Johnny Geere Words from Max Ward, a comrade and friend. Back in the good days…A lot more parties then. Not now. Breathalyze you, before you come on board. Very strict. Years ago, you might walk in and have...
18. The Seafarer – An excerpt;

18. The Seafarer – An excerpt;

Portrait Sitter: Peter Hegney by Michael Peck #18 The Seafarer – An excerpt Night-shadows neared, Snow from the north, Rime bound the land, Hail fell on earth, Coldest of crops. Now are they troubled, The thoughts of my heart, That I on high streams With...