Tuesday, July 31, 1928
Monday was cold and rough with a regular gale of wind blowing dead ahead. Made (Sunday) 267 miles. Had a wash day and then succeeded in pressing my clothes—and without creases. I woke up at 4 AM today and saw the sun rise over the hills of Ireland. At the same time it was raining in the sea.
We followed the Irish coast all day and should be at Liverpool tomorrow morning. Made 253 miles Monday. The sunset was as beautiful as the sunrise, over the rugged hills of Ireland. Finished 8th novel. The sea is choppy and the small fishing boats are very picturesque against the barren hills.