from the personal diary of Watkin Tench who arrived 1788.'The wind was now fair, the sky serene, though a little hazy,
and the temperature of the air delightfully pleasant: joy
sparkled in every countenance, and congratulations issued from every mouth. Ithaca itself was scarcely more longed for by Odyessus, than Botany Bay by the adventurers who had traversed so many thousand miles to take possession of it'.
I really like the phrase 'joy sparkled in every countenance', and must try to use it in the next directors meeting minutes.