The water was rising and falling 4ft at the sides and one moment we were swimming and the next moment we were washed out of the pool and deposited on the side. A very odd sensation!
There is a great spirit of adventure on board. During the dance we befriended a fellow who looked very lonely, who had a fantastic story to tell (which is much too complicated to explain), he was a Czech and an artist. Absolutely immaculate and very rich, only 27, and due to his problems had been drunk for six weeks. He suggested we tried the first class dance. We were a bit dubious but decided to have a crack, we all looked very smart and brazenly waltzed in and no one said a word. Donald Campbell and his wife were there dancing and it was all very deluxe...
Life on board the Queen Elizabeth was luxurious - each meal had a beautifully printed keepsake menu with stunning images on the front. Although some of the items on these menus might not be considered fine dining today!
I asked the lift attendant where the tourist class dances were held. He looked shocked and actually said: “Christ Almighty, how should I know, I’m First Class”, whereupon I got very annoyed and told him that I imagined as he worked on board, he ought to know...his reply to this was that he had been on the Queen Elizabeth for 16 years, and had never been to the tourist section.
We had a wonderful bit of news awaiting us. Due to the chaps at the Cunard office in Bristol (who know Colin), we have been reallocated with a fabulous double cabin (at no extra cost). We have our own bathroom and loads of room. Plenty of cupboard space, and armchairs and fans and a writing desk, carpets, a thermos jug of iced water, and a buzzer to call the steward at any time... At six o’clock we went for dinner and had a sumptuous meal. You can have as many courses as you want, so we made do with five.