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Friday night about 11.30 I got orders to report out here following day, leaving Oxford at noon. So I spent a busy morning Saturday, rushing about saying goodbye to my friends. It is surprising how many people one does meet, and especially the last week when I wasn't so busy. Then I had to pack up my things and have all ready by 12 noon. We had a fierce trip out here. The authorities, as usual, messed things up at the last minute, and by changing our course, made us miss our connections and nearly lose our way in the country. As it was we had to wander about the country in the rain and finally had tea in a farmhouse, far from anywhere. Later we were picked up by a motor which had been sent to meet us. We did arrive finally at our aerodrome about 6 P.M. or later.

Until I see the place under favourable conditions I shall not express an opinion, but at present it is one awful place. The whole aerodrome is under about 3 inches of mud and water, it has been raining for nearly a week, and there are young rivers running across the road at stated intervals. I have spent what time I have been here in gum boots and an old pair of breeches.