(Whitsand Bay on a calm day)
Dined at 12 oclock with the Midshipmen, and then with Bynoe and Stokes walked to Whitson (Whitsand) bay: the sea here presented a most glorious and sublime appearance. For nearly quarter of a mile it was a confused mass of breakers and from the white covering of foam looked like so much snow. Each wave as it dashed against the rocks threw its spray high on the hill and wetted our faces. To perfect the scene a single man was watched from a rock to spy out any chance wreck. 
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