pretty country reach my station Beccles down there in
Dorset Suffolkshire. A car was waiting for me and I was driven through the town and along pretty shady lanes to The Red House where I am now on comfortably installed. I soon made the aquaintance of two A.F.C. men officers who are also down here to recuperate. The weather is all that could be desired and the whole countryside is ablaze with flowers, trees in full bloom, birds whistling and grass nearly a foot long every where. The air is beautifully fresh and the whole place presents an aspect of real peace and quietness.
One of the A.F.C. chaps left this morning for London so this