Day as usual. Drew rations. Got on all right with new men. Got A.S.C. man in bunk with me. Went to town on the Red Cross van with sergeant and paid more accounts.
Usual day’s routine. Not much to do. Drew rations etcetera. Got orders to go and take charge of the new * recruits and went over at night to them.
At church in the morning and evening, Clayport church1. Went with Green and some more chaps to deer† Park and Brizlee Tower2. Cold but fine. Enjoyed the walk and were up the tower. At Y.M.C.A. at night. Came down with Miss McGill3 and Sergeant Sharp. He was with us at church.
Got up about 7.30. Bought pair of socks in town. Fine, but very cold. No further orders. Received letter with views from Charlie and letter from Don. Rations late and so kept in until 8 o’clock. Dunbar, Watson and Bulmer drunk. Watson mad drunk and gave some trouble. Army Service men came in late and were drunk. One kicked up a row and was put into clink by old Collins and was afterwards released.
Usual day’s work. Received pay at dinner time. Rations late in arriving. I managed to get a bath in the afternoon. 2 men and a sergeant Army Service <Corps?> arrived at night and the sergeant slept in our bunk1. All more or less drunk, but quiet. Collins arrived back about 10. Shepherd, Watson, Wilshaw, Dunbar and Plummer drunk as newts† and had an awful time, tumbling over beds. Watson carefully sprayed his water bottle on his bed over a blanket.
Men drunk in hut.
“Bunk” (at least in the 1950s) meant the (lance-)corporal’s partitioned space, not “bed.” ↩
Usual day’s work. Corporal Collins received pass at 11.30. Telegram came at noon saying we were to go away on active service this weekend. Tried to stop Collins getting away. A good deal of excitement. I wrote home and stopped letters. Didn’t go out at night. Some of the men a bit fresh at night and had some trouble with them.
Usual day’s work. Football match between RAMC and HLI1 and HLI won 4/1. Received long letter from Franchie2 Inwood. In good spirits all day. Franchie says she is ill in bed with a cold. Concert at the Y.M. and pretty good. Good soprano, tenor and bass, and hummers. Accompanist very good too.
Usual work. Went into town first thing after tea, wrote some letters. Presentation to Fish and MacNeil.
Usual day’s work. Wrote letters at night and went to Y.M. last thing. Played the Y.M. piano a bit. Received letter from Charlie.
At Presbyterian Clayport123 church morning and evening. Had Calthorp with me in the morning, and with Green at night. Had short walk after church, and came back to the Y.M. service. Walked up the road with the party from Clayport but were too soon†.
Clayport Presbyterian church merged with St. James Presbyterian church, Alnwick in 1955. The latter still exists as a United Reformed church and now houses a WW1 memorial plaque originally located at Clayport church. ↩
ALL refers to Presbyterian church several times during his stay in Alnwick although rarely naming Clayport. It is probable that at least some of these anonymous Presbyterian churches were also Clayport. ↩