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

30th June 1940

At about 8.15am., we anchored just outside Holyhead harbour N. Wales. It seemed strange after nearly 5 years to come back and see it all once more. We were only in Holyhead for four hours, and then made for Liverpool. This was only a matter of four hours or so. I saw the Great Orme, and the Little Orme and all the north coast right up to Liverpool. The weather has been absolutely glorious, right from the very first pale beams of light that heralded the dawn, until now, in Liverpool, the last rays of the sun offer their last feeble efforts before being swallowed up by the advancing clouds. We arrived in Liverpool at about 4 o’clock. We can’t dock until the morning, because there is no room. Opposite us, as we lie at anchor in the middle of the Mersey, is a small beach and pier, absolutely crammed full with holiday makers, something in the style of Brighton on a Bank Holiday. The balloon barrage is up, and one anti-aircraft gun resides on the wall but other than that, you wouldn’t know there was a war on. As we came along the coast, we must have passed at least 50 trawlers, mine sweeping; and during the early hours of the morning, we passed two very big convoys. Last night the auto alarm woke us up with a start. This time it was real. It was another air raid warning. It was sent out again later.