Diary of Lindsay Robert Turner, 1919 (Vol. 7) - Part 4
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17/3/19. St Patrick's Day tho' few of us
realised it in our joy at commencing
our homeward journey. We spent
the morning mostly discussing the
"Lion" and "Warspite " both of which
were lying alongside and heaving
sighs of great regret at not being
able to go over them and see
what remained of their Battle
scars. At Noon precisely here to
report we cast off and moved
out into the harbour towed all
the way down by a tug and
threading our way thro' the [[?]]
buoys. Soon we were in the
Channel and gradually the Coast
of England which all of us
were anxous yet sorry to leave
-because it meant home -receded
from view as we made. the
open sea 5 o'clock was just Sounding
as Lands End-Somewhat appropriately
disappeared on the horizon. We
quite expected trouble with the Bay of
Biscay and few of us went to sleep
expecting to pass a peaceful day
on the morrow.
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18/3/19. [[?]] to relate the sea was
comparatively calm when we appeared
on deck just as the breakfast gong
was sounding and no one remembered
being pitched out during the night
and no one with few exceptions
complained of sea sickness so there
wass hope of coming thro' with
flying colours. By Midday we were
in the very centre of the Bay and
a beautiful blue sky reigned
supreme and how we appreciated
it after so many dark days in
London. There were soon 130
officers aboard mostly Hospital
cases tho' a sprinkling of
Light Horsemen returning from
furlough and University Cases
and the latter naturally have
fallen in for duty. Bridge mostly
is favored and I even indulged
in a game myself during the
afternoon tho' a complete novice
It was a great day and many
more such will soon put the
Hospital cases into the G.S.
category
19/3/19. During the night we had
passed the "Bay" and by morning
were rushing down the coast of
Spain and Portugal. We were
too for off to see the Coast line
and well imagined to what direction
it lay. We continually passed
other craft going in both directions
and during the afternoon two
destroyers with a submarine
between passed within a mile
of us going 'home'. on the hoop
deck I had run across across three of
our old Bty [[band]] two of whom
had been wounded on the
memorable 8th August and the third
by a bomb on the equally memorable
24th. Just as the sun disappeared
we saw the lighthouse off Lisbon
evidence that we were leaving the
miles behind us.
20/3/19 Owing to the danger from mines
we were giving the coast a wide
berth but during the morning were
close enough to see Cape St Vincent
as we made for the Straits of Gibralter
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