Free at last! (Now can we have our boat back please?)

With thanks to Wave Maker for the image
The thing nobody tells you about being arrested is just how boring it is. Not just need-a-good-book boring; after the adrenaline rollercoaster of a 14-hour blockade, the protracted thumb-twiddling of detention is mind-achingly, eye-bleedingly, soul-crushingly boring.
Friday was adrenaline-fuelled, from the moment our eyes snapped open early that morning. The inflatable boats are in the water! Whoosh (that’s the sound adrenaline makes…) Police! Whoosh. Boat chases! Canoes! Arrests! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
There was a brief respite in the afternoon, when, somehow, sitting on an ice-breaker blockading a nuclear submarine started to seem like the most natural thing in the world to be doing, and it felt like we’d been doing it forever. I took a quick walk around the ship, and day to day life was in full swing. Patricio, our cook, was kneading dough. A deckhand was sorting out his laundry. Somebody was mopping a toilet…







Thinking it would be whizzing around in boats, sitting down with old friends after washing off the day's salt spray, I race to Edinburgh docks. Unloading my equipment to walk up the gang-way, the press officer ushers me over. "Look, isn't she lovely?" he says. Aware of the Greenpeace ship's beauty, I nod in agreement. But he is admiring a big blue advert, bolted in a triangular structure to a white van, parked on the quayside. "Is the Scottish voice reaching Westminster?" it asks, before revealing that "70% of people in Scotland say no to Trident". "There she is" he says proudly, "you've got the ad-van gig!".
I'm Jo, the ship's part time assistant cook, part time press officer - that is one of the great things about working for Greenpeace, a certain degree of job flexibility. Of course there's also being passionate about your job, working with people who share your beliefs, being part of campaigns which achieve real change, but I'll have to save those for another time!





