It was rather awkward, as we had nothing to tip them with.

We got out at a dismal sort of place called Chillon.

We told the captain if he was ever in London the pater would be glad to see him.
We had a grind getting back here with the boat, as it came on dark and misty, and we couldn't see where Montreux had got to.

Jim got rather chawed up too by the cold, so I sculled.

The wind was against us, and it was rather a hard pull, especially when you couldn't see the land at all.