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30/8/1915. It’s now 14 days that we’ve been in our jail, nay: castle, on the shore of Trial Bay, and we’re sincerely glad to have ended up here. Compared with Liverpool we are in heaven here, and this place is even by far preferable to our stay at Tanglin Camp. On the
17th, at 8am, after breakfast, we first had to return the government-provided plates, forks,
knives, blankets, etc and then loaded our so-called carry-on bags, some of which were quite big, onto motor lorries. At 9.30am, we took off on foot to Liverpool. Some of the gentlemen had found space on [indecipherable] but I thought I could do without the 5/.- expense. The ones remaining in the camp had almost all gathered along the barbed wire and after several reciprocal hurrahs we marched off, 4 deep and guarded by Pommies, in good speed towards Liverpool. Fortunately, the wind blew sideways so that we didn’t have to breathe in too much dust, and after 2 recesses along the way we arrived at the station shortly before 11am. Our train was waiting, boarding and