Friday, March 22nd.

The boat arrived at Lyttelton (if this is permissable to censorial authorities) And was carried away by the N.Z.R. to Christchurch. A gentleman called Steeds together with a pretty band of fairies carrying, of all things, a magnetic mine, greeted us profusely. Investigated the mine and discovered to my relief that it contained a small cask to which the fairies frequently tripped. Off we were whisked by billeters, to appear again at 2.30 P.M. to digest words of welcome, and "sit" a photograph. The rest of the day was spent quite vulgarly in getting the "guts of the show".