The ride back from Wulverghem or Dranoutre, owing to the narrowness of the road and (p.

115) the amount of transport and lorries upon it, was rather dangerous.

It was a matter of ten miles to come back from Wulverghem, and the roads were very dark.

One night in particular I had a narrow escape.

I had mounted Dandy at the back of a farmhouse, but for some reason or other I seemed to have lost control over him and he was unusually lively.
Luckily for me a man offered to lead him out into the road, and just before he let him go discovered that the bit was not in his mouth.
The Alberta Dragoons had billets in a side road that led to Bailleul.
It was a quiet and peaceful neighbourhood, and they had good barns for their horses.