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”!
One thought on “Sunday (13 April 1919)”
It’s against one’s Australian instincts for them to be heading west on their way home.
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