1916 – April 2

My nephew, Kenneth Armitage, May’s eldest son, arrived from Jubbulpore. He passed into the Indian Civil Service as the war broke out and is now a Lt. in a Territorial Battalion – the Queen’s Own Royal West Kent Regiment. Turabaz*, who is staying with me says: “A fine fellow like that ought not to be in the civil. he ought to be in the Viceroy’s Body Guard.”

I have endless processions of old trans-frontier men and Native Officers streaming down from the hills to see me.

* Possibly Turabaz Khan?