What struck me most was the number of Boy Scouts smoking clay pipes!
They were only about six or seven years old, and they came up to us and
asked us if we’d like a chew of tobacco. They seemed to enjoy it too.
We were absolutely covered with flowers. All the horses were decorated
up. There were some lovely crops of wheat destroyed. You could tell all
the men were at the war. The women were in the fields bringing in the
harvest. Children seemed pleased to see us, and they would walk along
and hold our hands: _Sapper Magridge_.