The Chapel

means well on the road to reconstruction, but it is perhaps most apparent in a Frenchman's conversation. Before he has been talking five minutes he will be telling you how he was a prisoner of war, or how he was in the resistance movement; how his family suffered; or how he hates the Germans. The present hardly seemed to exist for them.

After Fontainebleau, my aim was to reach Tours, but I was to be disappointed, and after passing through Orleans I had to "sleep out" in a ditch just South of Beaugency. I was amazed to find how warm and comfortable it was ! But the sight of the Loire Valley at about 5 o'clock in the morning certainly compensated for any lack of luxury I had experienced. The next day was much more fortunate, and I arrived in Tours early in the morning. The Loire flows through Tours, and its valley and neighbouring countryside were the most interesting and beautiful I passed through during my stay in France.

I stayed in Tours that night and woke up next morning realising that •time was getting short, and so I decided to make for Calais as quickly as possible. Again I was rather unlucky, and I was forced to sleep in a battered car outside a transport cafe just south of Alencon, where a large oil-tanker bound for the North, was parked. I had been advised to wake up when the tanker started and ask for a lift. The plan worked, and the next morning I found myself in the large industrial city of Rouen. After looking round, I set out on the road for Boulogne. It was only with the help of two "gendarmes", who stopped a car for me, that I reached Abbeville that night. I got some sleep there in a watchman's hut. I did not seem to be able to settle down there, so I set out again on the dark and desolate road. When I reached a transport cafe, a driver offered me a lift to Boulogne. I had no time to look round the town, because my boat sailed in about two hours, and I still had to reach Calais ! However, I did reach Calais eventually—but only ten minutes before we sailed !

Yes, my holiday had been well worth while—I had seen quite a lot of France and the French—I had spoken a good deal, and, above all, I had had a good time. No, it wasn't very expensive—£2 10s.

D. J. WILSON.

The outstanding event of any Easter Term must be our Annual Confirmation. This was held on Friday, 18th March, at 12-0 noon; and the Archbishop of York honoured us by coming himself to Confirm the 53 Candidates presented to him. Those Confirmed made their first Communion on the following Sunday.

We took our now accustomed part in the Epiphany Procession in York Minster on Sunday, 23rd January, and that Service seems to row more impressive and to gain in religious significance each year. 24