Excitement simmers as we board two tenders, third-class passengers mostly on the PS Ireland, to be ferried across to the ship moored in the distance, funnels belching smoke.
As we pull away from Queenstown’s quay I can’t believe my luck.
It’s the 11th of April, 1912 and 123 of us will soon steam away from Ireland bound for New York…on the final leg of the R.M.S. Titanic.