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Next day I was on galley duty so the time was virtually wasted, but with<br />

Bill I did manage to get over to see the Hamilton's. Mrs Hamilton, who was<br />

charming, came from Newcastle <strong>and</strong> we had a long talk. Dr Hamilton, known<br />

as ‘shag’ Hamilton, (from his ornithological interests), a fellow biologist, was the<br />

Government Naturalist, <strong>and</strong> was formerly employed in the ‘Discovery’<br />

Investigations. He gave me information on dolphins but was not able to meet<br />

my need for a microscope. I had a long zoological talk with him. I also met Mrs<br />

Arthur (wife of the Colonial Secretary) <strong>and</strong> was invited to "cockers"(cocktails).<br />

Mike Green <strong>and</strong> Bill, who were with me left early in order to take advantage of<br />

a lorry that was going to the head of the Moody Valley. So I was left to finish the<br />

work in the galley on my own. I spent the afternoon writing <strong>and</strong> David<br />

arranged for us to go riding after tea with ‘Toothy’ (another naval term for the<br />

government dentist - Gerald Roberts). We went along to the Club dressed for<br />

riding but no horses were forthcoming, so we went back <strong>and</strong> changed. While<br />

David was at the ship I arranged for us to go out to dinner with Jimmy Sladen,<br />

the Doctor. This was an interesting meal, the other guest being Mr Creece the<br />

Manager of the Falkl<strong>and</strong> Isl<strong>and</strong>s Company. We learnt a great deal about the<br />

isl<strong>and</strong>s, the way of life there <strong>and</strong> the sheep-farming settlements in ‘the camp’.<br />

After supper we returned to the club <strong>and</strong> played liar dice.<br />

On 27 January we all met at Government House in the morning for a stern<br />

talk by Fuchs on ‘fraternising with the crew’. Last night there had been more<br />

trouble - two barrels of rum smuggled ashore by the crew. The Bosun was<br />

again very unmanageable <strong>and</strong> abusive to the Chief Engineer. It looked as<br />

though he would be discharged – which would be a very good thing.<br />

Afterwards we called at the Treasury to draw £10 spending money <strong>and</strong> in the<br />

afternoon we did some shopping. A plan by Tankey to borrow a boat to sail<br />

over to Sparrow Cove did not come off. I posted some mail <strong>and</strong> David obtained<br />

a set of Falkl<strong>and</strong> Isl<strong>and</strong>s stamps <strong>and</strong> had them postmarked. We met ‘Toothy’<br />

later <strong>and</strong> he informed us that riding was off again. At the same time we met<br />

Doc Arthur, who invited us up to "cockers" with him. This proved to be quite a<br />

party, with the Captain <strong>and</strong> Mr <strong>and</strong> Mrs Hamilton present. Mrs Ham was a<br />

very interesting person <strong>and</strong> had a great sense of humour. We walked back to<br />

the club for a few G & T's <strong>and</strong> met the Second Officer who we invited to supper.<br />

Back to the Club again for more G & T's, a very short appearance at the dance,<br />

owing to a definite lack of talent, <strong>and</strong> back to the ship at 1.0 am.<br />

Next day the frigate HMS 'Snipe' arrived early in the morning, bearing HE<br />

the Governor. David <strong>and</strong> I had arranged s<strong>and</strong>wiches for lunch to enable us to<br />

take the whole day out <strong>and</strong> Derek <strong>and</strong> Ken were going riding. Bill was<br />

unattached <strong>and</strong> asked if he could come with us. We began at 11 o’clock from<br />

‘the Globe’ having had a beer. There we met Dickie Dawes (the Naval CPO)<br />

again, talking about his "pink mullet" <strong>and</strong> "forty thous<strong>and</strong> f*****g gnomes" <strong>and</strong><br />

"boozers gloom" at the w/t station. He had frequently experienced DT's <strong>and</strong><br />

wasn't at all reticent about the fact. We went up hill <strong>and</strong> after turning east at the<br />

top hailed a lorry, which took us, together with five kelpers to the hayfield,<br />

where they were going to work. The road ran over a peaty bog <strong>and</strong> moorl<strong>and</strong><br />

such as one can see in most parts of the Western Highl<strong>and</strong>s of Scotl<strong>and</strong>.<br />

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