The other chaplains had equally large attendances.

We sang the Easter hymn at each service, and the music more than anything else carried us back to the days that were.
But our stay in Estaires was only for a time, and soon orders came that we were to move.

On April 7th, a bright and lovely spring morning, the whole Division began its fateful journey to Ypres and marched off to Cassel, about thirty miles behind the Salient.

The men were in good spirits, and by this time were becoming accustomed to the pave roads.
We passed through Caestre, where I saw my old friends, the Mayor and Mayoress.

That afternoon I was taken by two British officers to the little hotel in Cassel for luncheon.