Sherriff and his Battalion were now back in reserve, in a tent encampment near Dickebusch, a mile or so behind the lines. They had moved back there the day before after spending a couple of days in the support trenches following their departure from the front line. He was enjoying the rest, as he told his mother:

‘We are still out of the line but of course may go in at any time now. Meanwhile we are having a fairly good rest out here – it is pleasant, after all, to be anywhere so long as it is a fair way from the front line.’

If he received permission, he intended to take a trip into a nearby town that afternoon, to get away from the camp, and to do some shopping.

Scottish Wood, where C & D companies had been in support trenches two days earlier. From Herbert Sherriff’s account of their Battlefield Tour in 1921. By permission of the Surrey History Centre (Ref: 2332/9/7)

‘Things go on just as they did before I came home, ‘ he noted, rather wearily – but at least he had the happy memory of his 10-day break at home. He hoped that, if the war carried on into the winter, he might be scheduled for his next leave around Christmas time (‘that is, if the leave keeps on’).He often thought of the time he spent at home on leave, and had come to the conclusion that he could not have spent it any better: ‘I think there was nothing that could have improved our holiday and I am so thankful nothing occurred to mar it, such as a lot of wet weather or anything like that.’

And with that he told her that he had to go. He apologised for choosing to spend his time going out on walks, rather than writing her long letters – ‘but you cannot realise the pleasure of going for a quiet walk into a town with [Percy] High or another friend and having a quiet dinner and an hour’s rest’. But he promised to write later if they were still staying in the camp.

[Next letters: 27 July]

Back in the line once more, Sheriff found time for very short notes to both parents. He told Pips that he was ‘safe and well at present and…I very much hope I shall remain so’, although it was ‘pretty hot’ in the district he was now in.’

The Battalion Diary shows that they were now near Hill 60, in the Ypres sector, and that during the 23 and 24 July the German shelling continued almost unabated, except for a few hours in the early morning. The British artillery returned fire, and both sides were active in the air as well. This explains Sherriff’s complaint to his mother: ‘Here I am in the middle of it again, with all of the banging and crashing and uncertainty…’. He also told Pips that the noise was ‘very worrying’, and that it kept him awake, although, on a more positive note, ‘our quarters might be worse and at least they are comfortable enough for me to write you this note’.

He reassured his mother that he was still alright, and that, in their comfortable quarters, because of the fine weather, he found no need for a blanket while sleeping: ‘all one requires is a towel and washing materials and Macintosh, and plenty of smokes and a book’, although there was not much time for reading because they tried to get as much sleep as possible.

He told Pips that he hoped they were enjoying the sea good weather, but trusted they would be able to make more use of it: ‘It is almost impossible to imagine the quiet river and parks but providing I get through safely these pleasures will be more appreciated than ever before.’

[Sherriff wrote his two brief letters home on 23 July. During the course of the next twenty-four hours or so, 3 of his fellow officers – Lt Picton, 2nd Lt Bogue, and Captain Pirie (the Battalion Doctor) –  would be killed by German shelling, and another – 2nd Lt Ellis – wounded. Pirie’s death is described in a letter from the Chaplin to his sister on 25 July:

‘I am very sorry indeed to write this letter. Your brother, Captain Pirie, the M.O. of this Battalion, was killed yesterday in the trenches. He was working in his aid post when a shell burst right in the entrance and killed him immediately…’

The letter may be found in Michael Lucas’s published version of Pirie’s diary of his time in uniform.

Sherriff was sufficiently affected by their deaths that, in 1921, when on a cycling tour of his wartime haunts with his father, he made a point of visiting and photographing the site of their graves.]

Pirie’s grave, photographed by Sheriff in May 1921. (By permission of the Surrey History Centre, Ref: 2332/9/7)

The graves of Bogue and Picton, as photographed by Sheriff in May 1921. By permission of the Surrey History Centre (Ref: 2332/9/7)

[Next letter: 26 July]

After having relatively little time to write during the course of his four day march back towards Ypres, Sheriff now found himself with enough time to write two letters home.

Writing first to his mother he repeated what he had written to Pips the day before – that he was now back at the place where he had been before he left on leave, and that he was expecting to go into the front line the next day. He was clearly girding himself for the thought of the trials to come:

‘It is some time now since I was last in the line and there is no doubt, of course, as to it being my turn, and I sincerely hope I shall be lucky enough to come through safely as well as through all future periods in the line… We are bound to have a fairly rough time at some period during our next spell in the line – but some have got to come through safely and the most I can do is hope and trust that i shall be one of those. There is a chance of being wounded which – providing it was slight – would in any case mean a certain rest. Even should the worst happen, as I have said before dear, it would only be others who would know or care, I would know nothing of it. Whenever you are miserable read your little Marcus Aurelius for you will know that whenever I am miserable I will be doing the same…’

He quickly closed his letter to his mother, warning her that she might not hear from him for several days at a time, but that she was not to worry – he would write whenever he was able. He then turned his attention to Pips, and it is clear that, by the time he wrote that letter, his orders had firmed up a little. His Company was moving into the trenches that night, but he was staying an extra night at the transport lines.

He noted that the nights were becoming longer again, and the mornings darker, and ‘by September we shall have an equality of night and day again.’ Whether it was due to the encroaching nights, or the anxiety about what he feared was to come in the line, his mind was turning to thoughts of home:

‘There is one thing that I long for more than I can tell and that is the joy of those long winter evenings with a big fire in the dining room and the billiards and stamps and reading and after-supper walks – they are joys that this life makes me appreciate more than ever. We get good walks in some parts of the country here – but nothing like one gets in some parts of England – you rarely see the wild meadow land, the heaths and avenues of trees that you see in England.’

Thinking of the English countryside made him contrast it with the scenes which he was shortly to encounter:

‘Now tomorrow up we go into the line again and incidentally away from everything natural and beautiful – for some days it will be simply wallowing in mud or perhaps dust with evil smelling holes to live in which one clings to like a godsend and all the time there is the incessant crash of shells – you can imagine how many men like it – but everyone – that is every one in the Infantry – has to take his turn and our turn has arrived’.

And with that he closed his letter, since he had to complete his packing. But he hoped that he would soon be back out of the line again, and able to write some more and longer letters home.

[Next letters: 23 July]

Despite Sherriff’s earlier hopes that he might find some time to write a longer letter home, the march back towards the front had been too tiring for him to manage more than a couple of short pages at a time. Today’s letter was no different:

‘We have now reached the end of our marching and tomorrow I believe we go into the line – so I am taking this opportunity of writing in case I am not able to tomorrow.’

He must have known something was up, for although he told Pips that he knew ‘extraordinarily little’ of their future movements, he suspected that ‘we are bound to have a fairly rough time in our next journey up the line’: he hoped that he would be ‘one of the lucky ones to come through safely’, and felt that he would need to use all of his philosophical powers to stay cheerful. It had been some time since he had last been in the line, and he recognised that the outcome of the next trip would largely be a matter of chance.

Apologising for the brevity of his letter (he had much to do in terms of packing and cleaning his equipment), he also warned that the letters in the days ahead might be similarly brief, ‘as the opportunities for writing are small’ – but he promised at least a ‘line now and then’ to let them all know how he as.

[Next letters: 21 July]

Sherriff had just finished the second day of the slow march back to the front, when he wrote a brief letter home to Pips:

‘I wish I had more time to write to you, but at present our hours are so split up by night marching that it is difficult to get a good opportunity…We march from about 2:00 till 9:00 in the morning to avoid the sun – today we got in at 9:30 and had breakfast about 10:00 (omelettes made of ducks eggs) and after inspecting the men’s feet, rifles etc, turned in about 12:00 and slept till 4:00 in the afternoon.’

He had slept on the floor of the Mess which was located in a large farm house – and he had settled down into an old-fashioned recess, ‘something like those between walls at Hampton Court’. After they had awoken and had tea, there had been time for a stroll into town (they were billeted near Caestre, which Sherriff described as ‘an interesting though old place’). He was writing to Pips just after finishing an early dinner – and apologised that the note must be short, because they had another early start the next morning. Nevertheless, he assured his father that he would ‘endeavour to find more time to write tomorrow’.

[Next letter: 20 July]

‘I think today is our last day here,’ wrote Sherriff to his father, ‘after a very pleasant 10 days of it – the great advantage is to be away from the Battalion and all ceremony – guards etc – which go with it – the men have had more freedom and sports’.

They would all be sorry to move, he wrote, especially since it was pretty obvious that they would be moving into the line again – still, he realised there was no point simply in wishing himself out of it. He cautioned Pips that there might be times when he would find it impossible to write home for perhaps several days – but he would never fail to write when he had the opportunity: ‘You will simply have to wait and should anything recur you are quickly warned officially even of wounds etc., but I trust that I shall always be in such a favourable position as to write regularly.’

The countryside around them was very beautiful, and he had taken several very pleasant evening strolls while there – the landscape reminded him of the South Downs, and the weather had been quite perfect – breezy and sunny. He had had several opportunities to visit the nearby large town [St Omer], but he had preferred the quiet lanes and towns to a busy town – perhaps because of the lovely quiet time he had enjoyed while home on leave: ‘It will be a long time before I forget those beautiful rides around Worcester Park and Oxshott and our quiet walks in the park and river trips’.

He remarked again about the cricket they had enjoyed while at the School: they had their own bats and stumps, and gloves had been provided by W. J. Abel (an ex-Surrey player, whose more famous father – Bobby Abel – had also played for the County). The games had been ‘pleasant and exciting’ and Sherriff was obviously pleased with his scores of 14, 13 and 23.

He closed with the hope that all would go well with their next trip up the line, and that he would be out again in a month or so, and able to enjoy cricket and quiet walks once more. Then he had to go: he had an inspection in a few minutes, and ‘3 o’clock will see us on the road again in the morning.’

[Next letter: 18 July]

‘Today is Sunday,’ wrote Sherriff to Pips, ‘and we have had a fairly easy time’. He was still at the Officers’ Training School, so had little work to do. Today he had spent his time playing cricket: ‘I scored 23 – mostly from swipes which are the chief method of scoring on the ground at our disposal’. Sadly, though, it was unlikely to last – he expected to be moving on in a couple of days: ‘I am afraid we are returning to work again (which, after all, is all I suppose we are here for, much as I dislike it).’

Cricket was important to Sherriff throughout his life. Here he is (on ground, second left) with the Hollywood Cricket Club in the mid-30s. Other notables include Boris Karloff (middle row, second left), C Aubrey Smith (middle row, middle), and Ronald Colman, (middle row, third right). By permission of the Surrey History Centre (Ref: 2332/6/6/12/6)

He had received a letter from Pips telling him about the ‘aeroplane attack’ in London [the Germans were no longer using only Zeppellins] – Sherriff confessed that he had felt a bit ‘uneasy’, knowing that they had flown over the city.

He was continuing with his reading, turning often Marcus Aurelius, especially when he felt miserable; in happier times Scott was his author of choice. But Alice in Wonderland was still his favourite – in fact he had already lent it to two other officers: ‘it is so delightfully fresh and humorous that no one can fail to appreciate it.’

That was all for today’s letter – he promised a longer one later, but in the meantime, as it was a beautiful day, ‘I am going for a quiet country walk’.

[Next letter: 16 July]

In his latest letter home to Pips, Sheriff remarked on how much he was enjoying himself:

‘My Company is used by the school for training purposes, so we ourselves do not have a very hard time, we have to be responsible for the cleanliness of the men generally, and see to their camp etc., and apart from a few parades we have quite a good time.’

He had been back with the Company for about a week now, and expected they would leave the training school in a few days.

They had been engaging in a good deal of sports of late. Two days before (on 11 July) he had taken about 30 men over to run in the Battalion sports. He said little about the day, since he had told his mother about it in a separate letter [one which has not survived], but we know from the Battalion diary just how elaborate and successful the day was:

Yesterday (12 July) there had been a cricket match between Sherriff’s Regiment and the Officers’ Training School, in which Sheriff had played a useful part: ‘I had the luck to stay in for some time by dint of much blocking and scored 13’ (out of a total of 40). The School made about 80 for 6 – but it was hardly a surprise that they were better, since they had a couple of County players playing for them (‘Abel the Surrey cricketer – son of the famous Abel – and one of the Hearns of Middlesex’). But he had enjoyed the game despite the loss.

Earlier on, before writing his letter, there had been more sports at the School, so they were having a lot of fun, as he put it. But then? he asked.

‘Off we go – where? No one knows. But just lately I have watched the papers carefully and I try and read in them hopeful signs – sometimes however hopeless.’

[He may have had an inkling that something big was in the offing, because the previous day the Battalion had received a draft of 46 Other Ranks from the base, following on a draft of 69 two days before that.]

He concluded by noting how beautiful the weather was, and how pleased he was that the days would soon be shortening (‘I prefer night out here’) – above all, though, he hoped for an end to ‘these continuous hopeless weeks – even when you are having sports you can never properly be happy with the trenches always in the back of your mind’.

[Next letter: 15 July]

Sheriff opened his letter to Pips with a pang of regret: ‘This time last week we were just cycling past Oxshott Station on our way home to dinner – how I wish I was doing it again, although it is not much use wishing.’

On the brighter side, however, officers now seemed to be going home on leave more frequently, so he hoped that he would ‘be on the way again safely in six months time, or before that if the war is over sooner’ (a remark conditioned by recent rumours of a peace talk in Berlin, which Sheriff hoped would ‘lead to something definite’).

His company was still at the Officers’ Training School, so he was having a fairly easy time. he hoped it might last another 8 or 10 days. He had read about the recent air raid in London, and wondered if Pips had seen anything of it (‘If you were in the City at the time you probably did’). The easy time he was having gave him the opportunity to read more, and he now had a good stock of books, including one sent to him by an old friend from the Artists’ Rifles – a book called Over Bremerton’s, by E V Lucas: ‘it promises well’ he wrote.

The other book he was reading (or re-reading) at the moment was Alice in Wonderland, which to his mind was ‘the finest book ever written: I consider it is always fresh if I read it ten times.’ [And certainly it stuck with him, because it crops up on several occasions in his letters, as well as in his published writing – including Journey’s End itself – and in screenplays such as Mrs Miniver].

And with that he signed off, for the next day the Battalion Sports were being held, and he and some of the Sergeants and men went for a training run every night in preparation. He promised to tell Pips all about it – and about his cricketing exploits – in a future, longer, letter.

[Next letter: 13 July]

In his previous letter Sheriff had told Pips about his return to the Battalion – now he let him know what happened after he got there:

‘After sleeping a night with them I journeyed on by a cart to join my Company, which is now away from the rest of the Regiment [near St Omer, although he cannot say so], attached to a school for training purposes – I am hoping our rest out here may last for a period of ten days or so – you cannot tell though, as I have often said before, but just at present we are in a very nice country a good distance from the line and it was rather nice to find them out here as it breaks the journey back to the line which I trust will not take place for a bit.’

They were living in tents, and messing with the officers from the school in a large marquee – and he rather missed the comfort and privacy of his own bedroom.

Although he was happy not to be back near the front line, he was nevertheless feeling the effect of being back again. His days in England had been some of the happiest he had ever spent – the weather had been perfect, and everything they had done had been successful. He was pleased that Pips had been able to take some holiday time, so that he could spend the days equally between his two parents. He hoped that his next leave would be as successful, and that he would soon be home again (‘I hope permanently’).

[Next letter: 11 July]