We've finished shifting the coal at last. It was hard work for all, so tonight we're having a champagne dinner to celebrate. have also given the order to set steam so we can get a move on.
Am glad we've brought a lot of drink to toast our successes and mark important occasions. While it is imperative that we adhere to the highest standards of discipline and have our wits about us -- therefore, no liquor for anyone during normal operations -- it is essential to have something to look forward to. And nothing enlivens a proper dinner like a drink. Besides, we're Englishmen (well, most of us): that's how we do things.
Speaking of which, I do hope Taff Evans behaves -- he can get a bit rowdy with liquor in him. That's what comes of being a Welshman, I suppose. He can't help it. He is a good fellow though, was indispensable to me on Discovery. Big chap, burly. Good for hauling. They call him "Rhossilli" after his village. He says it overlooks a wide bay with the ribs of a shipwreck sticking out of the sand. He's got a wife and several children still there.
Wonder if I should limit the champagne to the officers and just let the rest have grog? They might prefer it.
Must get someone on the piano too.
They gave us a good send-off in Cardiff. One either feels as if they love you so much they want you to stay, or all that waving means they can't wait to see you go.
