Driving drill this morning. Went out with Monsieur R (he knows a bit of French and we are going to try to brush it up). Went up hill past Ewshot and on to a sort of plateau used as Military area, waste and stony, with “McWhirter” silver beeches and heather. Good view of Aldershot. Wandered into a pine-grove and did sketches of wheat-stooks and distance (the real patchwork panoramas of England). Wandered on to a village called Crondal and have decided that Crondal will do us. It looks as old as the hills with quaint white cottages, with inlet beams; and a square towered church about 800 years old. The countryside is dotted over with villages and is a real job. I keep wanting to leave the army and rent a cottage for you and me to pass next summer in. What think you?
[New Zealand Artillery soldiers with gun carriages, Ewshot, c1918. National Library, ref 1/2-014101-G]