1918 – October 14

Had to put on life-belts and stand to for floating mines from 4 a.m. Rather dull work. Arrived in dock 8 a.m. Met Salusbury there, drove to Taj Hotel and found not only Daisie, but her brother Colonel Walter Keyworth, just out from home and met by accident here – delightful honeymoon!

The Marlings and the Grand Duke are staying in this same hotel.

1918 – October 9

Sailed at 5.30 a.m. Hot. With my face set the other way time always seemed to fly – with my face set towards Daisie in Bombay every second seems like a year and the five next days like 5 life times. A quaint Captain commanding the Egra – Captain Carré* from Guernsey, a tiny man, very religious, who says Grace before meals. The officers on board are simply “terrors”, truly we have reached absolute bed-rock – there is honestly not one of them who would have been selected before the War for a lance-corporal’s stripe. War news is still splendid – we progressing everywhere and Germany plaintively bleating for Peace.

* Carré appears to be the author of this book published in the 1930s.