XIV.
To his Mother.
No. 1 Naval Aeroplane Squadron, B.E.F.
1st March, 1915.
Dearest Mum,
I only had time to scrawl off a few lines to you this morning, as the mail was just going out. We have been pretty busy the last day or so getting things shipshape. I am at last settled in a quite nice house with seven others. Maude and I are the two senior inmates, so are running the establishment. Unfortunately, we have no bath, but five minutes' walk from here there are some public baths, where we can get a hot tub any time between 8 a.m. and 7 p.m.
We are acting as our own censors here, and also have to censor all the men's letters—some of them are most amusing. There is nothing exciting at all happening. Weather has been pretty bad and shows signs of getting worse.
Have just run out of ink, am now writing with coffee!
4th March, 1915.
We are settling down by degrees. Our house is really beginning to get quite comfortable. Wilding has been staying here with us the last few days.