Sunday (13 April 1919)

England is not such an easy place to escape from – it has kept within sight of us all day, and now at 5 p.m. the extreme western point is still faintly visible astern.  After breakfast we stopped in a large bay to drop the pilot at the little town of Brixham.  Looking around me I realised with amazement that I was in Torbay, looking at Torquay, Paignton, etc. from the sea – could recognise buildings and landmarks, and even see the tors of Dartmoor in the back-ground.  With a telescope I might even have distinguished the “Blue Bird”!