Diary of a Nursing Sister on the Western Front, 1914-1915

Boulogne.—We have been all day in Park Lane Siding among the trains, in pouring wet and slush. I amused myself with a pot of white paint and a forceps and wool for a brush, painting the numbers on both ends of the coaches inside, all down the train; you can’t see the chalk marks at night.

This unprecedented four days’ rest and nights in bed is doing us all a power of good; we have books and mending and various occupations.