One little scene amused me – a French woman squatting down milking cows, surrounded by a bevy of expectant Tommies, each with a mess-tin in hand offering advice and encouragement.
I note that you require elucidation of the manure mystery. Well, you “compree”, if it were not removed the horselines or stables would shortly assume Augean characteristics. Here we make huge pyramids of it around the lines, or anywhere handy, and cover them over with sods and earth to discourage the aroma. They are sprouting oats and grass now and the other night when Jock was on picquet I found him perched on top of the highest pyramid, like Ramesses II, reading a book.