Canterbury Cottage,
Castle Road,

Sandgate, Eng.
 

Dear friend Helen,

This is Sunday afternoon and generally the time one takes for attending to correspondence when away from home. I must apologize for not answering the letter that you enclosed in Annie's some time ago. I hadn't forgotten it but just kept putting it off.

I suppose you are still pounding knowledge into youngsters' heads, some of them take a good deal of pounding, but I don't suppose you give them the same kind of pounding that I used to.

As you will notice by the above address, I am enjoying some of the luxuries of civilization once again. Five of us who are taking the artillery training are living down in Sandgate, which is a suburb of Folkestone. We have considerable work to do nights, and one can't work to very good advantage when there are about ten in a small bell tent, and tents at this time of year are not as comfortable as sitting around a grate fire.

Gordon Shrum came over about a week ago and I see him nearly every day. Military life seems to agree with him quite well.

It is a fine fall day, and would be great for a drive out in the country. There is just one thing lacking: that is the horse. We get a good deal of riding during the week, as we are out on
manoeuvers three times a week.

How are all the little people at home, but I suppose they are not nearly as small as they were a couple of years ago.

I get the Smithville Review nearly every week now, and can keep in touch with the local news around town. I hear there have been a great many improvements about the old town since I came away. Please remember me to your mother, father and the others in the family.

Yours sincerely,

Will Grassie.

C/O Luton YM.C.A. Hut

Pleydell Gardens, Folkestone