Feb. 24th 1916
to see the pretty station once again, to gaze in the mountain valley where I spent some happy years and the hills over which I loved to wander. So many of its glens and pine woods are spots of happy recollection that I was glad of the opportunity to see it again. We arrived in the morning and I dined in the evening with the 35th Sikhs who now occcupy the station. Friday:
Feb 25th 1916: Abbatrabad A wet and miserable morning. The surrounding mountains and the distant glistening snows, which, above all, I longed to see again, are hidden beneath heavy rain clouds or screened by a dense mist. This morning Col. Lucas received a wire to the effect that the 1st Battalion