I received your parcels and letters, but I am sorry to say the one containing the lemon cheese got a bit of a smashing up, the pot wasn't broken but most of the contents had run out, nevertheless At will be eaten just the same.
We are out of the front line and in the reserves again and are going back for another rest in a few days; anyhow I think we have had our last turn in the firing line in this spell. There was a lively do last night, the Germans started bombarding and our chaps finished it. We had our first experience of "Tear" shells and we don't want any more. Our eyes watered for long enough and smarted.
I see by Janey's letter that you have gone to Liverpool; it will be a nice change for you. We are having scorching weather and we are basking in the sun, in some very queer surroundings - all the houses down to the ground and talk about fruit trees, the mass is one mass of orchards. The last day we were in the firing line, about half an hour before we were relieved, we were sitting in the dug out and one or two chaps sitting outside and Fritz had been sending over some rifle grenades. Well we heard one coming and Jack Rimmer (from Whitehaven) just got his head and shoulders in the dug out when one burst 2 yards away. He was wounded in two or three places in the leg, and after he had the wounds dressed, he set off to limp down the trench when another grenade came and got him again, also an officer; but I'm glad to say they should pull through all right. I'm sure they will get to Blighty.
I wrote to John whilst in the trenches. Syd is all right and in the pink. Well I must close
Hoping all are well. Love Joe.
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