I did not leave the Red Chateau till late the following afternoon, when I went back with a ration-party.
The most unpleasant things at Albert were the air raids, which occurred every fine night.

One moonlight night I lay on my bed, which was in the top storey of our house, and listened to some German planes dropping bombs upon the town.

The machines were flying low and trying to get the roads.

Crash would follow crash with great regularity.

They came nearer and nearer, and I was just waiting for the house to be struck when, to my great relief, the planes went off in another direction.