Today was quite a hectic, eventful day. The morning’s ammunition fatigues went fairly quickly with the thought that in a few hours time, I should be on a train with my back to it all, heading for home-sweet-home, which is a very pleasant prospect, even if it’s only for forty-eight hours. Sergeant Major Bill Kavanagh is also going home to Skipton this weekend, so he arranged for me to go early. I got ready in time and was paid early. We were just about to board the truck to take us to Morpeth when Captain Heathcote came dashing out of the office to say that he had had a phone call from the adjutant and all leave was cancelled as there was a draft  going from the Regiment over the weekend; with the obvious result - chaos. We have visions of North Africa or Italy. ‘Boogie’ argues that we won’t go abroad until we get new tanks. For an hour, it was, literally, a toss-up between home and abroad. At 3.00pm, all those on the draft were waved off. I heaved a huge sigh of relief when I was not on it and dashed of to the truck with my pass. It was 6.00pm when I arrived in Newcastle. I decided to go to Skipton via Carlisle and not the recognised route via Leeds, as there was no connection from Leeds to Skipton until 2:37am on Saturday. However, my return journey will be via Leeds. The requisite leave pass is shown below
Gus Searle was going to see his girl friend in Appleby, so we had supper at the YMCA in Newcastle and both of us caught the 8:20pm to Carlisle. On arriving in Carlisle, we found Gus a place to bed down for the night and I bid my adieus and caught the 12:13am express to Skipton.
. A draft is a movement or transfer of selected soldiers.