Bailleul made a delightful break in the journey.

The old Spanish town hall, with its tower, the fine old church and spire and the houses around the Grande Place, will always live in one's memory.

The place is all a ruin now, but then it formed a pleasant home and meeting place for friends from many parts.
We skirted the borders of Belgium and arrived at Armentieres in the afternoon.

The place had been shelled and was partly deserted, but was still a populous town.

I made my home with the Brigade transport in a large school.