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Location
At Sea - Hull - New York
Age
17 Years

24th July 1940

It was light enough at 3am to see the coast quite clearly, so as I was on watch, I opened the door and watched it passing. As it got lighter, and the sun rose, so the fields and the cliffs go their colour. At about 6 o’clock, I noticed that there was land on both sides of us, so I guessed we were in the middle of the Firth of Forth. The scenery here, was even better than anything I had seen coming up, and it had New Zealand (what I saw of it), beaten to a frazzle as they say in the States. The colour of the fields, the dark green hedges woodland, and soft, velvety shadows gave an effect which cannot be equalled in N. Island, because it is so hard and rocky. This is the first time I have seen Scotland, and I’m very favourably impressed!

We anchored outside Methil with a south bound convoy. There must have been at least 50 or so ships. It was a great sight. There are only between 30×40 now as some have left us. We shall have to remain here for a bit, until we can meet an ocean going convoy to escort us for 2 or 3 days, across the Northern Irish Channel.