Enclosed with this is the reason for my sending so few letters after having told you that I have now more opportunity for writing them. The weather is a bit chilly for drawing as a pencil travels very inelegantly in numbed fingers. But the time left me after the usual parades is small, so my spells developed to barns and trees are short and sweet.
If I walk down the path in the postcard drawing, past the barn, out of the gate and across the road in front of the church I arrive at our billet.
Gould, Julian, Letter, 7 March 1916