21st Feb 1915 (Sunday)

In afternoon had a very enjoyable walk to the fishing village of Le Portel and along the sea front. The quaint Sunday dress of the fisherfolk who were grouped about the picturesque streets or outside or near the doors of the old houses, and the children with smiling faces on their way to Sunday School, formed very charming scenes. The children always smile as we pass and greet us. It is true that they often say good night when it is morning or vice versa, and they run to shake hands. From the height by the Fort we had a fine view of the harbour and of the seaward side of Boulogne. The sunshine flooding over the sea looked very fine. We descended to the sandy cove where the fisher boats lie and saw a fisher boat come in and the little crowd that collected around. We then walked up the cliff on the other side and so by the footpath by the cliff edge. The torpedo boat that brought the Belgian refugees was lying tilted over by one of the piers.