[quote="Bundy"]Friday, 3rd November 1944

Now Sandy revisits the house in Heuvel Straat where the three friendly padres and their batman are stationed. The street name is Dutch for “Hill Street” but the street is almost level. We suppose that the name denotes something which is hilly compared with the rest of the country. It seems, too, that the town is in the middle of “Vliegenderbom Alee”, whose orientation is fixed to that of the “ski sites” from which the bugs are launched. It would be prudent to move to somewhere less vulnerable.

Sunday, 5th November 1944

Walcheren Island and polder have not seen the last of the fireworks yet, so the Scheldt Estuary is not completely cleared, but the immediate approaches to Antwerp are. We have played our part, for now, and are not standing by for further action, so we go to Turnhout for a rest.

The flying squad is together again, billeted with Jos. Waegermans and family, at No. 145 Steenweg op Mol. They treat us as members of the family. We even go out with them some evenings and they introduce us to their favourite beverage, "Pater", which is dark in colour, like stout or malt, but sweet, like mead.

Nearly four years later, Sandy will be back, tracing the old routes and billets and once more spending an evening drinking with the family, giving them news of Will Farmer, now back home in Bingley, Yorks, and Eddy, now home in Fleetwood, Lancs, where he is a St. Johns Divisional Officer.

"Of course, they ask about Tommy Fleming," says Sandy, "and I have to tell them. I must look as if I am about to cry into my beer, so they begin to comfort me. However, it is now three years since that fatal plane crash, and much water has passed under the bridge."

Tuesday, 7th November

The Waegermans van Dender family are interested in a group photograph of Albert’s squad, which Sandy has just received from him. They point to his picture and ask if it is Sandy. There certainly is a resemblance there. Sandy decides to send him a photo if he can ever get one taken.

Thursday, 9th November, 1944

Now we are almost guaranteed a period of masterful inactivity. There are still areas on our side of the Maas that need to be mopped up. The enemy can not bring any heavy equipment across in case the bridges are bombed, forcing him to leave his guns behind during his next retreat. We could battle our way to the river and have a defensive natural barrier, but so would he

Sunday, 12th November 1944

Sandy claims his old bed space, opens his small pack, retrieves his writing kit and housewife and arranges a blanket dusting session with Rowley Hall. They take their blankets outside for shaking and it is amazing how much dust comes out of them.
He takes off his boots and socks and starts darning one dirty sock, covers it with a fold of blanket and starts writing home. When he has finished writing, he goes to wash and dry his feet, puts on his clean, dry socks and his boots, and “posts” the letters. He then carries on darning his dirty socks.