The camp of the Hunts. Cyclists Territorials at Skegness continues to be highly successful.. Everyone is in excellent health and spirits, and the effect of the drilling and instructions evident in the bearing of all ranks. Capt. Cook ( who all are pleased to learn, is soon to take his position as Major) arrived in the camp on Thursday night, and took command of F company. There is the usual round of drills and exercises daily, those who are fortunate enough to have cycles, working on the roads, and the remainder in the parade ground. There was a funny incident in the mess this morning. The Quartermaster ( by the way, Lieutenant Myers of the 42nd Highlanders the Black Watch -is as popular as he is proficient in his work ) was as usual making his enquiries as to whether all were satisfied, when a juvenile recruit caused his smile by innocently handing his plate to the officer and asking " Piece of bread, please!" The Colonel and all the officers attended the Sergeants’ mess concert to night, and the thing went with a capital swing under the chairmanship of the popular Sergeant- Major. Undoubtedly the success of the evening was Capt. Cook’s "Old King Cole," while Pte. H. Nicholls, of Fletton was splendid in his character songs. Colour Sergeant Grover started well, but finished all too soon ! By the way, it transpires that Lieutenant Myers and Sergeant Grover met in India, years ago.

Again a cold morning, and the pre-breakfast parade was wisely made a vigorous one. Musketry instruction followed the meal ; Instructor Grover gave an original and realistic lesson on " How to shoot from behind cover and not get shot." But Jimmy is as versatile in his work as in his less serious moments. Later a more or less elaborate "scheme" was carried out in and around Skegness. It was very well carried out, and showed how use can be made of the extreme mobility of Cyclists in dealing with "slower moving" forces. But here I must relate how a "slower moving force," ( but one of quick decision ), vanquished the Territorials. A company, it hailed from Fletton - was halted by the roadside near a cottage. Over the fence hung the branches of a tree bearing very hard, unripe pears. Boy - like, the youngsters helped themselves. Out came the irate lady of the house , and with good, honest, definite Lincolnshire expression, told them they were ill mannered heathen (she was right, in a degree). But she did not stop at words ; she quickly produced a bucket of water, and announced her intention of dousing the next pilferer. She certainly meant it, and the youths formed a discreet circle at a distance. The defence was well conceived, and was effective until the O. C. gave the order to move on. Friday concluded with another concert in the Sergeant’s Mess. Colour Sergeant Grover completed his song, and began another; several sang who had never sung before, and one or two who never should again. It was not such a "classy" concert as last week’s, but provided a rollicking evening.

At present there has not been much of interest, the battalion being mainly composed of recruits; the time being taken up with company drill and a little skirmishing. The officers have proved themselves extremely popular, especially Capt. Musk, who years ago was a sergeant in the old Bedfordshire's. Col-Sergt. Inst. Grover, who has borne the brunt of getting the two companies in such a high state of efficiency to which they have attained, has received the congratulations of his officers and there is no man more popular in the whole Battalion than "Jimmy" Grover. There is only one man in the camp who sleeps in a bed and he is attached to the Lincolnshire Regiment. The whole Battalion, although they had the option of beds, refused them being content to sleep on a waterproof and blankets.