We are now moored alongside the _Seeang-Bee_, which arrived almost simultaneously with us. She has 950 troops on board, drafts, and others returning to duty. No news from Gallipoli, except that things there are much as usual. After August, I hear, the weather breaks up, so that if something is not done in August, we shall have great difficulty in landing supplies and ammunition. The outlook is far from bright. Up to date the points are with the Turk. An officious M.L.O. comes on board, and tells each of us in as imperious a way as possible our respective destinations. I get on to the _Seeang-Bee_, and hang about waiting. I find Morris on board, who was at the Regina Palace Hotel with me. At six o’clock the M.L.O. comes on board again, and after arranging for our departure, casually mentions that he had heard that “W” Beach was heavily shelled last night. He almost licked his lips as he spoke. He had never even heard a gun fired himself. An R.N.D. officer tells me that he has a great desire to chuck the M.L.O. overboard. This officer is quite an interesting person; went to France in the early part of the war in the R.F.C., had a spill which laid him up for six months, and now is in charge of a Machine Gun Section in the R.N.D. We get on board a small steamer, _Whitby Abbey_, and sail over to the _Aragon_, the L. of C. Headquarters boat. A very nice boat, the _Aragon_, fitted out with every luxury. At eight we push off, loaded to the boat’s limit with troops, mailbags, watercarts, sand-bags, and ammunition. We pass through the host of transports and warships that now crowd the harbour of Mudros. As we pass each warship the sailors come running to the sides and cheer and cheer. Shouts of “Are we downhearted?” etc., freely pass between us, and this inspiring demonstration is repeated enthusiastically as we pass each great ship of war. It is very nice of them. I think they feel it a bit, being bottled up at Mudros. But it is all right; we shall win, even if the war lasts ten years. Stick at your training, you British Boy Scouts! We leave the hills of Lemnos, as we did on that memorable evening of April 24th, three months ago, just as it is getting dusk, the sun quickly setting in the sea. A full moon rises, and on a calm sea we steam north. They provide some food for us on board, bully beef and bread, and later we lie about and try to sleep. A very nice R.N.R. officer on board stands me a drink. Curiously enough, I came away from the Peninsula on this boat on July 3rd, and the same man stood me a drink, though he had forgotten. I suppose he regularly stands a drink to all officers coming and going.