63rd day (4 June 1917)

Rumoured that one of the ships saw a mine yesterday – the cruiser certainly went back and reconnoitred.  We saw a swallow flying about the ship.  It is light at 4.30 a.m. and up to 7.30 p.m. so we must be getting well up North.  Warwick took a snapshot of me prior to the sacrifice of my penwipe moustache.  I am kissable once more.

60th and 61st days (1-2 June 1917)

The vessels of the convoy are now zigzagging almost the whole time.  Another fatality has occurred.  One of the infantry died suddenly of heart failure after skylarking with his mates.  Why do Doctors prescribe a long sea journey as a means of recovering health?  It strikes me as having the opposite effect; but then, we weren’t invalids when we started.