Yours to hand of the 9th inst received last night. It has taken 7 days to get here quite a long time – no wonder I hadn’t had a letter for five days. I am glad to hear you liked your room, of course your holiday is over by now but I guess you had a good time. Of course you now we have servants to get our meals but we all have to take our turn. Sorry to hear you Dad is called up but perhaps they won’t have him if he suffers with his legs. What has you Mother been eating to get poisoned I hope she is better by now. I think I told you we are playing at the Corps H.Q. on Wednesday. I think it is a contest but I am not sure. I suppose Ilfracombe feels very little of the war are the street lights full on there of a night if so it must seem strange after darkened Londres. You like to watch the lights out at sea of a night and I dare say you would like to view the front line from the distance it is really interesting to see over-head shrapnel bursting and all the coloured verry lights in the air. The shells make worse noises than cats on the tiles; some are like engines going along and as I have said before it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for getting hurt. I might not get a chance to write much this week but will do my best.
With Fondest Love
From Will xxx