They wouldn’t unload us at 11 p.m. at Boulogne last night, but sent us on to the Duchess of Westminster’s Hospital at a little place about twenty miles south of B., and we didn’t unload till this morning. It was my turn for a whole night in bed. Not that this means we are having many nights up, but that when the load doesn’t require two Sisters at night, two go to bed and the other two divide the night. After unloading we had a poke round the little fishing village, and of course the church. A company of Canadian Red Cross people unloaded us. The hospital has not been open very long. It was all sand-dunes and fir-trees on the way, very attractive, and cement factories.
Mail in again.
9 p.m.—We came back to B. to fill up with stores after lunch, and haven’t been sent out again yet; but we often go to bed here, and wake up and ask our soldier servants (batmen), who bring our jugs of hot water it the morning, where we are. I like the motion of the train in bed now, and you get used to the noise.
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