Sunday, 16 May 1948. Today has been one of those days so completely event- less that it is hardly worth while making any entry here save as a memo of the date. I have said that before but we use a Corn Exchange Bank calendar and it is always possible that the thing could be mislaid or something. If I write in this daily, as I have up to the present, I shall al- ways know the date, even though I may not know the time. In that department also we have improved and recently a very fine Westclox alarm arrived over from T.I. We have been doing some desultory packing today and shall really work on it tomorrow. The next day we leave Lockerbie, probably for ever, as we are shifting everything down to Red Island Point. Jack Cupid called on us this af afternoon with his wife and I was able to send a letter to B-P, T.I., which makes my phone call of next Saturday unnecessary. Consequently, when we start for Sanameia we shall take the bulk of our equipment with us. Van will remain at the saw-mill and when Dick calls to fet him Friday, they will bring out to R.I.P. whatever we are not able to carry day after tomorrow. Reports on Sanameia vary but the consensus is that we shall have a rather dismal camp there, on account of the surroundings. It is or will be on the edge of a lagoon which may turn out to be simply a large swamp; Len thinks it will be a good place for him and it may be for reptiles but George does not expect much of it. We shall pitch camp there on Tuesday, Dick will arrive for us on Friday evening and we return on Saturday so, whatever it may be like, we shall not have very much of it. Monday, 17 May 1943. I had hoped that today would be devoted solely to packinf and that it could be accomplished in relative comfort but last night George went hunting and came back with a carpet snake measuring nine feet one inch, which had to be skinned. No sooner had I finished that than Ginger Dick came marching in with another, six inches longer than the first one. They are easy enough to do, far less difficult than the big lizards, but between them they took up some valuable hours of the morning. Now everything has been packed, with the exception of our or two odds and ends which will be in use tomorrow morning, the bulk of the camp has been struck and we wre ready to go. We shall leave very early tomorrow morning, taking with us collecting and camp gear for Sanameia and Dick will bring Van and the balance of the equipment on Friday to R.I.P., coming on from there to pick us up. So the next entry, tomorrow, will be written from the vicinity of the La- go on and I shall try to be explicit and somewhat more interesting than I am tonight. Tuesday, 19 May 1948. Sanameia would have been just as dismal as I had expected it to be, had we made camp there, but we did not. We were up before the sun this morning, breakfasted with Ginger Dick as our guest and set to work dismantling camp. It did not take a great length of time to complete that and get away, after bidding Mrs. Holland goodbye and sign- ing her autograph book. We drove almost to Red Island Point but turned south, moving toward Jacky-Jacky, or Higginsfield Airport. That during its time must have been a very comfortable camp, though lonely; compared with the grim and embattled greyness of Aldershot, for example, its lush greenery and vegetation looked very enticing. It was odd to see the usual military signs still hanging and read and translate the Australian Army abbreviations. After passing through Jacky-Jacky we turned onto the telegraph line and the