O N March ijth, 1945, I was in a convoy moving slowly south through the'Irish Sea. The day was brilliantly fine, the sea quite calm. In the morning the Welsh Hills were visible, but otherwise we saw neither coast. There was no fog, however. There was a very light southerly to south-westerly breeze. Migration seen during the day was in such unexpected directions t h a t it seems worth recording in ...

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