30th November (1918)

Last day of November (brains!).  A long arduous day.  Rising at 5am. we had fed up and breakfast before dawn.  In the saddle all day, pulling up after dark in a small village about 5 kilos. beyond the town of Bavay.   Bavay looked interesting with it’s spires and its leafless trees.  Astonishing sites in the way of refugees returning from exile in Belgium and Germany.  Our host in Escarmain, an old chap, not an inhabitant, was drifting back after 4 years in exile.  He had 11 including 7 soldier sons, none of whose whereabouts or safety was he aware.

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