11th August (1917)

In Oldham where I supervised the purchase of R’s equipment – box of student’s colours, block and brush.  He almost wept at the expenditure, 4/-.  We have great fun about our mutual “Scotch” tendencies.

We have now just completed a repast of pies, bread and jam, washed down with light beer.  Quite sorry to take leave of this funny old pub.  I am growing tenderly inclined towards the stout landlady.  We got her daughter to strum on the piano; she couldn’t play for nuts but we enjoyed it; and before we left the old girl “shouted”, a thing almost unprecedented.  R’s first attempt with his new materials was extraordinary – looked like a spider in a pool of blue ink.

Tuesday (7 August 1917)

The new O. C. Colonel Standish is a martinet.  He has extended the drill hours up to 5 p.m. so that one has no time for a rest and clean up before tea.  If he could hear the names he is called he would turn green.  R. and I went roaming in the gloaming.  I did a sketch and he made an amazing attempt on a piece of writing paper.  After that we strolled down a lane not previously explored and had a half pint at the “Rose Inn”.

It seems bad management not training us all in driving if we have to be drivers in France.  Most gunners don’t know the first thing about it – to stick on a horse is a minor detail for as the instructor says, “when you have fallen off heavily once or twice you take care not to do it again”.

Sunday, 6 p.m. Tandle Hill Tavern (5 August 1917)

There is a restriction on the hours of drinking, but when she opens at 6.30 we are just the boys for a pint and a snack of anything that’s going.  R’s appetite is almost as large as his feet, which are elevens.  A girl in the Parlour is strumming familiar old airs – little boy is talking to R. in broad Lancashire, calling him thee.  We had a blow out of bread and jam and finished up with, what do you think?  Pickled beetroot and carrot.

In a short lecture by a returned officer, he thought that in some sectors the Hun artillery was quite as effective as ours, but not on the average of the whole front.

4th August (1917)

3rd Anniversary of outbreak of war and no sign of it ending.  The 25th are back from leave.  Many have been to Scotland and speak of it in glowing terms, the people there seem to be most patriotic and have given them a good time.

R. spent the last night of his leave in a poor man’s cottage in Kilmarnock. He couldn’t find any accommodation, and this working man invited him to spend the night. His account of it: a supper of tinned salmon – Dad – Mother and the soldier at the table, the children on the floor, feeding out of father’s hand.  Their home, one room.  There were two beds, Dad, soldier and little girl of about 10 in one; mother and the rest of the family in the other.  They wouldn’t hear of him paying anything.  The scotch of the mother was so broad, that he couldn’t understand it at all.  No conveniences.  Water from tap in yard 3 stories down.

Returned after a ramble of about 8 hours with R.  I did two sketches whilst he talked and slept.  A queer-looking golden haired and golden toothed girl came along and talked to us.  After awhile her (golden) aunt turned up and a chap who appeared to be running the farm.  They were by no means typical farmers, and we couldn’t place them.  They said something about having been professionals before the war, apparently Music-hall artists.  At about 7 we arrived at Tandle Hill Tavern – with the fat landlady, who produced pints of beer, meat-pies, bread and jam and black currant tarts.  A very old building near the camp bears date 1668 – and the name – Chadderton Fold.

[Sketch by Lincoln Lee titled ‘Home of Golden Girl, Naylor Cottage, Thornham’.]

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