Last day at Chateau – huge white clouds on a pure cobalt – birds practising solos and duets – trees sunning themselves in silent attention. The drone of aircraft is audible everywhere and they and a random gun alone remind one of the continuance of hostilities. It is a good day on which to stop the war, and I’m wondering how I can manage it, other than by crossing the lines and demanding a personal interview with the Kaiser.
Walk March 