Rigs I Have Worked On #11 - Maersk Vinlander

The GSF Grand Banks is an Aker H3.2 semisubmerisble drill rig currently owned by Transocean (though the GSF refers to GlobalSanteFe). It was built in 1984 by St. John Shipbuilding, Canada. It was originally known as the Bow Drill 3 (1984-1988), which changed to Maersk Vinlander (1988-1998) and Glomar Grand Banks (1998-2004) before its' current moniker.
It has particular importance to the Newfoundland offshore industry, where it drills alongside the Henry Goodridge. It had drilled and located oil in the Hebron field in 1998, and more recently in the White Rose field. Currently, it is drilling for Husky on the North Amethyst project[1]

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Duncan greaves said…

I can vouch for you on this one Ken, but I don't remember the sunny days in the north sea. Duncan

2:15 pm

Unknown said…

I worked on the Maersk Vinlander in 1990. It was somewhere in the North Sea.

4:35 pm

Unknown said…

I worked on the Maersk Vinlander in 1990. It was somewhere in the North Sea.

4:36 pm

Jim Everett said…

I too worked on the Vinlander I think the last place was in the Emerald Field but I may be wrong. The rig was long term stacked in 1994 (ish). Spider was the last crane op I worked under but I started working under his back to back, a well hard jeordie but fucked if I recall his name. We had a day pusher that everyone took the pics out of, one day while he was at lunch someone took a shit in his boots. Very funny.

4:45 am

Anonymous said…

I worked on Vinlander from 1991 to 1993, Ian McCabe was my crane opalias Rommel

2:30 am

John M said…

Anyone remember Ian Mcabe crane op on vinlander, i worked on ther in 1991 to 1993

2:58 am

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