Tag: bathing

1 November 1917

Extract from war diary of 13th Bn, 22nd (Cheshire) Regiment

ANNEQUIN

Battalion less No 3 Coy at ANNEQUIN, No 2 Coy at FACTORY DUGOUTS. All Coys kept busy cleaning equipment, arms etc. Baths provided for Bn less No 3 Coy.  254 O. Ranks employed on working parties. Weather damp & cold.

2.30pm Conference of Coy Commanders held by C.O. to explain & discuss Defence Scheme, Organisations etc.

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20 July 1917

Extract from the diary of Maj P K Glazebrook, Cheshire Yeomanry, Egypt Expeditionary Force

Examinations were on, so Goldsmith & I had nothing to do. I had a bathe in the morning. My only objection to the bathing is the chance of swimming into some ghastly relic of a torpedoed ship. I hear one fellow found a human scalp at our bathing-place yesterday! There was a final orgy in the evening when we asked the officers of the school staff to dine, & got in a small quantity of “fizz”. Christie dined with me. Several of us had to make speeches, & many were rather light.

27 June 1917

Extract from the diary of Maj P K Glazebrook, Cheshire Yeomanry, Egypt Expeditionary Force

Nos: 3 & 4 Companies marched down to the Wadi Ghuzze & washed themselves & their shirts at one of the crossings, entitled C13. There is a lot of water to be had in the Wadi by boring, & in three wells near C 13 they get altogether 1500 gallons an hour. As imported water is estimated as being £1 a gallon by the time it gets here, it is a valuable find to get any decent well. Tom, Noel & Midget rode down to bathe in the sea while the company were washing. I had rather a “head”, so I did not go down with them. As dust began to blow about violently soon after the clothes had been washed, they were soon filthy, & the men were dirtier on arrival back than when they started! They got off digging, so the walk was not wasted.

11 June 1917

Extract from the diary of LCpl Walter Williamson, 6th Bn, 22nd (Cheshire) Regiment

We continued our march, passing through Ledringhe to barn billets near Arneke, only about 10 miles today in view of a big march to come.

Having a look round with Bob Atkinson, a Lewis Gunner, we were delighted to find what we judged was quite a decent bathing pond. Bob tried it with a pole, and finding what proved to be the only deep spot in it (which we did not realize at the time), said there was any amount of water, so we stripped and dived together, and buried our noses in black slime at the bottom of 30 inches of water, and to add insult to injury, the farmer came along while we were trying to clean ourselves again, and screeched some most terrible French at us, and being patient with him, we eventually managed to understand that he did not allow dirty soldiers to use his clean cow’s clean water, or something to that effect, and the only thing we could think of in reply was to ask him if he kept eggs, and finding he did we first ordered ours for tea and then warned the others that eggs might be had at the kitchen.