Western Mail, Thursday 11 May 1933, page 2
After a long, dusty march to Arques we were given permission to have a bathe in a lake on the outskirts of the town. Our padre decided to be one of the mob and hopped into the inviting water with the rest of us, all attired in our birthday suits. After a couple of dives and a swim about we retired to the grass to dry ourselves in the sun.
We had not been resting for more than tire minutes when a feminine voice behind us murmured, "Bon jour, Messieurs!" Startled, we looked around, and to our horror there stood half a dozen mademoiselles, unconcernedly offering us baskets of tomatoes for sale!
The padre gave a strangled yelp and though we all started together he was the first to hit the water. With only his head above the surface the padre exhorted the maids to depart, but they refused unless we purchased some of their wares. Whereupon the padre told them to take money out of his trousers pocket. They did. When he dressed himself he found his 20 francs had gone and that he was the sole owner of about ten francs' worth of tomatoes!