U-35 has set out on her sixth patrol, and for the first time we have not been assigned a patrol grid in the North Atlantic / Western Approaches. Instead we've been ordered to stay in the North Sea and patrol an area roughly east of the Firth of Forth. And just when I'd figured out where all the good hunting was to the west of the British Isles.
Oh well, it's only for 24 hours. I have up the realism to 60% or so now. We'll see how it goes. There was actually quite a bit of traffic in that area when we passed through on our way home last time out, but the weather was too abominable to do much. Couldn't seem to get close enough to see another ship without running the risk of slamming right into her. Maybe it'll be better this time.
Maybe we can find us a lone merchant carrying crates and crates of fine old single malt Scotch.
