I have recently been taking my daughter to ballet lessons on a Wednesday afternoon, giving me about an hour or so to kill with a wander about in town. This has usually ended up in the local Oxfam second hand bookshop, which I used to visit every week on a Friday when I was taking the boys to judo and swimming. Today, I found a hardback copy of this little book, which is a transcript of the diary of a Royal Navy surgeon during the Battle of the Falklands in 1914. I started reading it in the car as I was waiting for the ballet class to finish and it’s really fascinating, in an anecdotal and historical way, with lots of period detail and genuine Edwardian understatement. A good find!