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Location
At Sea - Wellington (NZ) - Liverpool
Age
17 Years

26th June 1940

I understand that according to the log book up in the chart room, we have only had one complete day without rain since we left New Zealand! Today’s weather has been far more like mid-winter. A heavy grey sky, rain and mist obscuring the horizon, and a dull grey sea with great waves ceaselessly moving up and down, all go together to remind one of the accounts one reads in the papers of typical western Atlantic weather. Towards the evening, things became worse. The hitherto strong wind rose to a howling gale, bringing with it driving rain that stung like a whip-lash. Soon we pitched, tossed, and rolled and in fact described pretty well every evolution that a ship can describe. Seas began to break over the bulwarks with increasing fury, and soon after I had got to bed, one tremendous wave came over the side outside my cabin, breaking down a complete wooden construction round the galley door, and nearly carrying the telephone box away. A strange rumour says that German troops in ENGLAND!