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

9th June 1940

The sea today has been pretty rough and a high wind is blowing. To look at the sea, it doesn’t look very rough, but it’s when one moment you’re miles up in the air looking right down at it and the next minute you’re right down looking up at it, that you begin to notice it. The motion is entirely pitching – but it is pitching even my cabin, which is just about midships, acts like the seesaw does at the fulcrum, so you can imagine what the fo’c’sle head is like. Seas have been breaking right over it, and because of her load of cargo, she displaces tons of water when she goes down, and it cascades out sideways.

We are now in the tropics, and so of course are in whites. I have been spending a lot of my time sorting things out and getting them washed.

I can assure you it is not easy to wash clothes with a tiny bowl. We should be in Panama by next Saturday.

News came through that the Cunard ship Carinthia had been torpedoed.