I did not turn below last night at all, but stayed on deck in order to see the rocks of Gibraltar, but was dissapointed owing to the darkness. We hail through the Straits at 2.30 am. We could see the red lights and signals that were shewn, and we had to signal back quick – or else be “blown up”.
This a very beautiful morning, the sun is shining briliant, everyone is seeming quite happy, in their floating home. There few birds we have on Board remind us of the springtime in old England.
We past along the Spanish Coast this afternoon, and a great number of swallows passing along the Mediterranean. I suppose they would be making their way to England.
Distance today 293 miles.