A damp morning, but we could carry on with everything outside, only a mist, but it has turned into a soaking p.m. Barker, the H.Q. Chaplain, came to see Padre. How lucky we are not to be in the trenches this weather. We are very near the turn of the year, and every day without a move is a day gained. These long nights in the trench line are very trying.
My kit has grown to such enormous dimensions that it will have to be cut down to approximate 100 lbs. for a long move.