12th Essex Regt, White City
I am in London for a bit. We are quartered with the rest of the brigade. The men in the Aerial and Land Transport; the officers in the Fine Arts Building. We have been out to Richmond Park twice, taking our dinners with us, and once to Wimbledon Common. It is a good thing being all together in one place. It is a good thing being all together in one place.
I saw Gran the day after her birthday. Viola was up too. Gran is very well; she showed me Grandpapa’s and Mr. Godman’s lovely Persian Pottery book. I showed her the new bayonet exercises and Phys Drill movements and made her march a section round a table. We had tea with Lucy Ouless. Kitty and Evelyn were there. Evelyn is still the same as her picture in the dining room. M. Le Parrot still barks and meows.
We must move off by 7 a.m. tomorrow to dig trenches at Brentwood so I must hurry up. 16 platoon is very fit and much fitter than the other platoons. Only 2 out of 60 are sick – 20 or more are sick out of the other platoons. I have feet inspect after route marches. Meth. Spirits is the stuff for tender feet.
The Canadians are still on the plain in the mud. I think they must have pinched the 2nd biscuit tin full of grub. Perhaps Baggie will forgive them – because of the mud. (Zu neck)
Good night. Love to Beagamdimag. . .and Co.
Your loving Hugh