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Location
Auckland NZ
Age
17 Years

18th May 1940

This morning we had what I call a proper life-boat drill. The only trouble is, I wouldn’t like to do it if the ship was sinking. I think I’d prefer a raft. The method of lowering takes from five to ten minutes. When the boat reaches the water nobody knows what to do, so everything has to be sorted out while you’re bumping alongside the ship. After a little row round, and an effort at putting up the sail, we came back again to the blocks and tackle, to haul the boat up again – but we had to climb up a rope ladder. The thing sways about all over the place, it’s terrible. As soon as the boat drill was over, I went by myself to the same spot as yesterday, namely Ponsonby. I did a sketch, and came back via a games field. Here I saw a game of rugby in progress, so I stopped and watched it right through. It was a very good game but I would rather have been playing.