Such a constant and violent wet day, never ceased, and now a wind has got up. Village nearly under water, mud a foot deep in parts. I fear Adjt. will be off tomorrow. Am rather sorry at his departure. Peal’s boots are simply splendid. I paddled about in seas of liquid mud a foot deep, and sticky slush, and rode 8 mile in driving rain. My breeches and socks were dry as a bone when I changed at 6:30 p.m., and my feet as warm as toast all day. McKane is now R.S.M. I think everyone has been depressed by the weather, but it is what we must expect now for the next three months. We should be thankful we’re not in the trenches or on the march.