Passed a more restless night, dreaming of my dear father and sister
Mary, and that Charles Darbishire had become grey. After breakfast we
passed through an immense flock of gulls, also a little flag attached to
a sort of basket, used by the French fishermen to fasten their lines.
All night going about 8 or 9 knots. This morning at eight to half past,
passed four vessels all in sight at once, several of them brigs,
supposed to be French. At 3 twelve more sail, mostly fishing boats; very
cold, the thermometer 46 and the water 45.