Nights quite cool, days fiercely hot. Yesterday General Campbell, commanding the Division, Colonel Rice G.S.O. and myself, motored out to Shabkadr* and Matta to look round the Mohmand frontier. It was strange to be back in these wild parts after that war in France, all this seems like another planet. I like this command, but rather regret the pay and interest of my railway work and the comfort of Mme. Delaporte’ s house and my beloved Germaine’s French lessons. The road from Peshawar to Shabkadr in the early morning at this time of the year is very beautiful, especially the beds of lotus.
* Now spelt Shabqadar
Weather has cooled down. We came into General Young’s bungalow on Thursday night, mosquitos and sand-flies very bad. I bought all Young’s furniture and things just as they stood, for £81, including garden etc. There is a beautiful grass tennis-court and two badminton courts.
It looks like fighting the Mohmands in June. War news is good and Italy is coming in at last, casualties are fearful.
It is frightfully hot for the time of year. Left by the mail at 1 o’clock. Arrived Peshawar 9 p.m., went to Dean’s Hotel. So here we are in Peshawar and Generals at last. My phlegmatic and unemotional wife is not in the least impressed with the grandeur of commanding the 1st Brigade in the 1st Division in India.
India is indeed a back number and a back-water. Here, in the 10th month of this terrific war the Government still grudges money to the Army. Machine–guns are an old pattern, the N.W.R. line on which we all depend is still single, the railway bridges are all dicky, and in Peshawar there is not one aeroplane or motor-bike.
Settling down so comfortably and poor Daisie has worked so hard and the bungalow and garden begin to look so nice and this evening we get a wire to say I am transferred to command the Peshawar Brigade – so we are [off on] Monday. Sorry to leave old Jhelum, but Peshawar is a better brigade and not so dull.
Took the service in the dear little old Church. The Germans have beaten the record in sinking the Lusitania with 2000 people on board, 1500 drowned.
Left Murree by tonga 3 p.m., arrived Jhelum 1 a.m. leaving Rose and Susanna with Miss Key.
Nice to be in Murree again. Daisie, Rose and Susanna staying at Forest Dell with Miss Key, I up at the Club with Gen. Kitson to whose coat-tails I had to cling. Rather expensive bridge at the Club.