Sunday, 22nd (December 1918)

Two churches are noticeable, probably a Catholic and a Lutheran, and there has been a going to and from services!  The inhabitants all in their Sunday best.  Most of the urchins are wearing soldier’s caps, thrown away by Fritz in his anxiety to become a civilian again.

In distinct contrast to rural France (as I know it) fences and hedges abound.  The houses are scattered about the landscape, and farming approximates more to the English methods.  On the whole the buildings are in better repair and of more modern appearance than the French, and there is moreover an air of progress.

Everything is very scarce and dear.  Nevertheless the people seem well clothed and shod, but it is in big centres that the pinch is felt most.

The big pine wood which we passed through is visible from here.  Most of the men detest woods; it makes them low spirited, tho’ they cannot analyse the feeling, which is, of course, world-old.

We experience curious complications in our money-markets.

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