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Location
At Sea - Halifax to Liverpool
Age
17 Years

27th August 1940

When I took down the black-out from the porthole in the wireless room at 5am, a howling gale, driving rain, and heavy seas greeted me. I knew it was windy, and that it was raining, long before I took the black-out down, but I didn’t know how bad it was! The only ships which I could see, were the tanker on our port side, and the escort on the starboard side; other than that all I could see was grey misty rain, and every now and again, a sea coming over the side. It is fortunate that we are loaded, or we would have been turned turtle I should think. The wind and rain kept up their steady tattoo until noon, and then the rain ceased. The sun came out and the skies cleared, giving the sea a bit more colour. During the afternoon I watched an oil tanker – which should have been astern of us, but was on our starboard – being swamped with waves over her deep well decks. It was a great sight. She seemed to roll into every conceivable position, then she dropped back where she belonged.