Owen writes of drier weather, which he much prefers, as it is awful when it's wet. He has not seen any civilians, or any houses standing, for the past few days and the men have no proper rest. He is sorry to hear 'about any lads that have to come out here'. His sister had told him of [air?] raids on Paris and London, but he has not heard anything. He is 'fed up very often'. He cannot change Postal Orders in the canteen or the YMCA; there is not much chance to spend money, nor does he have much chance to write letters, only Field Cards. He looks forward to their letters. He sends kisses labelled 'some Barbed wire for you what we use a lot between us and the Johnnies'.