The Spectator at war: Night riding
From our UK edition
From 'Dawn on Box Hill', The Spectator, 26 June 1915: AS we rode down the gentle eastern slope of Ranmore Common we noticed that we could see our horses' ears. The statement seems commonplace, but for the last two hours we had mostly taken not only our horses' ears but our horses' heads on trust. In the wooded bridle-ways on the summit of the North Downs it is pitch dark even on the night before the summer solstice. We had had two hours of such bridle' paths, with only an occasional" bald" piece of Down where the stars and the open vault of sky made it poseible to see the man in front and the man behind in the column. We left Ranmore Church a few minutes past 1.30, and by twenty minutes to two there was no mistake as to the coming of the dawn.