October 17/6

My dear Mother, Father + Carrie

               Received a letter from Mother + also one from Dad and if he says he can not write letters any more, why just bite his ear for one, I certainly enjoyed both letters. Before I go any farther I want to put you straight. I wrote Mrs. I can’t just remember her name, who lives in Upper Tooting but her reply did not come until after I had gotten back to camp. But I got a nice answer and I will certainly drop around next time I am in London.

               Well dears we have had quite an eventful day. This is just a continuation of my last letter. Put them all together and you will have one good one.

               My last letter was written on Sunday and this is Tuesday so not bad for me “eh”

               Monday I worked in the orderly room all day and part of the night working on equipment transfer papers. Outside of lots of work, Monday was quite uneventful although it was our last night at Whitley Camp. Orders came in that we were to move to Bramshoth first thing in the morning.

Tuesday Oct. 17, 1916.

               Up at 6:30 breakfast at 7:30. There was quite a lot of excitement around this morning packing up etc. Preparatory to leaving, we had to pack up, clean up our huts and I have everything just as we found it. Fell in with full packs at 10AM and were given a sandwich stuffed with dried beef. We left our camp at 10:15 after giving 3 cheers for Colonel Robinson + Staff. I certainly felt sorry for the Colonel. He certainly looked sorry to see us go. Transports took our kilt bags but we had packs, blankets, rubber sheets, haversacks, water bottles + everything we owned. It was 8 miles from Whitley to Bramshoth it was a march through beautiful country but it rained all the way and those packs sure did get heavy. We arrived here at 1:30 and got a good reception from our new pals 134^th. They had a good dinner ready for us and I feel confident we will be better looked after although we will have to work harder as the 134^th has always been a crack battalion. We were laying around our hut all afternoon, we were soaking wet and the hut was damp but we have a good fire going now and we are beginning to feel warm again now we had a good supper to-night and it is easy to see they have better management here than we ever had in the 135. The B.S.M. called a meeting for the N.C.O’s to-night and he gave us an outline of routine and he is certainly a fine fellow.

The next thing on our programme is to be issued with Kilts. I will send a snap home as soon as I get them.

 I would certainly like to be home because by the looks of things this will be a busy winter in catering. I am sorry M. Mills have left the factory and hope you can get some one to take their place. I hope Carrie will soon be all right.

It is getting pretty late now and I am pretty tired so will postpone this talk until later.

I like writing long letters but I think you will appreciate these short talks oftener.

With love

               Remember me to all

                              Bob.