At midnight on the 20th we fell in and marched to the Great Western Station where we piled into what seemed to us, "packing boxes" and were taken to Lavington in Wiltshire. We were then marched 8 miles into Salisbury Plain. What struck us on the march was the hostility of the people on the way, the long hill we had to climb, the hedges and what was a wonder to us-- five aeroplanes all at once. Our first night was not very cheerful. We had no candles, but made up for that by using a pull through dipped in oil. It rained and the tent leaked. Leave began next day and Gunn and xxxxxxxxxx went to London for three days.

On October 24 we were reviewed by Earl Roberts (then 82 years old). It rained steadily during the review. The Y.M.C.A. endeavored to make up for it by putting on a concert after tea. The following four days during which 3 of which rained and the other tho' fine in the day time was cold at night. We took a 15 mile route march to Stonehenge on the 29th. The rainy weather then began set in in earnest and it rained nearly every day till the camp was a sea of mud. It was necessary to build a big fire to allow the men to dry their blankets which had been soaking wet. On November 4th the King received us. We were favored with a fine day. In honor of the event there were no parades after dinner. Next day we had to move camp to the side of a hill as the old location was too muddy. We were fortunate in having fine weather while we moved.

The last day of November will always be a memorable one. We were taken for a night march in the pouring rain and came home soaking wet; very much fed up.