Wednesday 26th August 1914
At Grimsby. We played hockey, which kept us very fit. There is really nothing to do at all. I have bought a pair of night glasses from Gieves at 8 pounds 15 shillings. I do not think it extravagant considering they add to the safety of the ship. We are all growing mutton chop whiskers for something to do. Mine are nasty at present but I hope will impress Battenburg [sic] who is growing a beard. I shall be very surprised if this war is over in a year. I should say it will last at least two. There is no news of the fleet. I suppose they are still at Scapa or thereabouts. Every body is quite certain we will lay the German fleet out if we meet them at sea and it is a decent day. I think personally that if the day is thick we will have more difficulty. Anyhow I wish we could do something. It is deadly dull here with nothing to do at all.