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Letter – The box of eats – November 23, 1914 9282 2 Coy 3 batt. 1 Bde, C E F

Dear Gran

The box of eats was rescued by Capt. McDonall of the machine gun section. He found it strayed in Amesbury and brought it up, and saved it from another fate. The plum pudding is in the sauce for now. Curly Randal says it smells like home. They think it is my birthday “Good job somebody loves you”. I gave Lieut. MacDonall some of the sugar candy for his trouble. They looked to dainty and nice for a camp, they were very good.

We went on an all day fatigue to unload transports at Amesbury, and demolished corned beef. The Signallers had some German sausages as a luxury. They put all the Signaller, buglers, and stretcher-bearers on the job as they were short handed. As a rule we don’t do fatigue, but signal practice instead. We rode down in state in 4 transports, 17 to a transport, and came back in one. How the big bus skidded down the hills! They are dreadnoughts of the road, as big as motor busses, painted green. You have to make way for them, they come by in streams, hold 27,00 kilos, ammunition, Park and Divisional, Contract supplies, workshop transports. We had our dinner in a boxcar full of 303 and

shrapnel ammunition, where the bullets are thickest. We passed Stonehenge, and tumuli, and hummocks. Some had trees on top, others were eaten out by rabbit warrens. One had a big tree right on the top; another was half in a wood.

I went with Ken to Devizes. You got a card from there. We went to St John’s and St Mary's church. It was a lovely old one; the service was golden, all in tune, the first real service since I left Canada. The lovely bit of the ‘preacher’ for the lesson full of wisdom, a boy choir, and a good sermon.

It is amongst the other good things, the first apple after a week’s milk diet last winter, the 3 days with you, after roughing it in camp for three months. I think it takes a bit of something plain to bring out the taste of anything really good – a little starvation so to speak. When we troop out in the morning it reminds me of when we used to come out hunting, the same feel in the air, the same kind of sporting chances, especially if it is skirmishing. We must now devour the walnuts, roast chestnuts, cook coffee, and eat the Plum Pudding. So good bye for the present. Thanks ever so much for the ‘Hamper’ almost the same as winters when “Hampers” used to be the main interest.

Your loving Hugh

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