The war news is still good.

Bob came home on Sunday evening until yesterday, he may be sent off somewhere this week, but where & to what regiment he is to be attached he knows not. Poor boy, he was very dismal.
The house has now resumed a normal aspect as the large curtains on the stairs are drawn at night so a lamp can be put in the hall.

Frank Wollocombe has been killed. He was wounded in the leg and was left in a shell hole. They thought at first that he was going to pull through as his wound wasn’t bad but he exposure & exhaustion was too much for him. It is so sad for his mother to know what he went through. Such a nice boy, he will be a great loss.

Last Thursday, M, E, R & self went for a walk on the moor. It was a glorious afternoon though when we started it was bitterly cold & we felt as if we were in search of the S. Pole.We had tea by the Lyd, Boucher made the fire & boiled the water.

M & I keen about starting a herb garden.

Boucher has been called up, he goes on Friday & as Sydney has also gone & Arthur & his car away we have no means of getting about.