Item 04: G. O. Hawkins letters to his family, 2 January 1915-November 1917 - Page 216
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And you are reading the closed leaves which are kept in the secret covers of sorrow.
Here we are at last away from the sound of guns.
The peace is so profound that the younger men are, even now, almost wearly of it.
Yes but when you remind them of what still prevails back yonder they remember and are content.
Aye and would be in a desert for the matter of that; for life is ever sweet.
Here we dont even have to blind our sights
The sky is no longer a dome of terror.
The town is old fashioned and quaint, with cobble stone streets and grand place or square.
Today was market day.
The simple peasant people brought in their pink pigs, burnt brown cows, fruit, vegetables, rabbits, fowls, calves eggs, and butter etc. Also fish
All these things and the life of them were crowded in the square; and there were many temporary stalls erected at which cloths, stationery, sweets, pork, cottons and laces, and nic nacks were sold.