Large gangs of Hun prisoners have been working on the railway line – a mixed lot. One chap of about 45 years took my fancy; he wore a child’s straw hat and a long walrus “mow” of similar material. Some of them are certainly very young, but no younger than many of the “tommies” and they average a heavier build than the latter. A soft-toned bell was calling the villages to an evening service, the long-robed priest standing in the doorway. We looked in. The interior was plain and neat.