It wasn't easy to find open ground for a gallop, for there were endless small patches of cultivation and the gardens of country houses.

We kept on the high land above the sea, and when we reached a bit of downland came on squads of Turkish soldiers digging trenches.

Whenever we let the horses go we had to pull up sharp for a digging party or a stretch of barbed wire.

Coils of the beastly thing were lying loose everywhere, and Blenkiron nearly took a nasty toss over one.

Then we were always being stopped by sentries and having to show our passes.