A calm. The vessel rolling: the wind freshning towards Night. We hope for a speedy
passage up the Channel. Tuesday a fine wind but squally.1 We have seen land supposed to be Dover cliffs.
's chronology here and in the next entry is confused, which is perhaps not surprising
in view of her having slept only four hours between Saturday the 17th and Tuesday
the 20th (which was in fact the day she landed), as she told her sister Cranch in
her journal-letter of 6–30 July (MWA; AA, Letters, ed.
, 1848, p. 168).