We are now some 15 kil. [kilometres] of our way. Mending a puncture. Far better than train in Gregg’s car, which would have taken 12 hours. A lovely crossing. Sunny, bright, and not too cold. Folkestone 11.15 a.m., left there at 12.40 p.m., B_____ [Boulogne] 2.10 p.m. Tea at hotel. G. says we join XIV Corps, which is to be formed of ourselves, Guards Division, and a Welsh Territorial. Either Cavan or Harry Wilson to command. Such crowds on the boat. Sat next a nice man in Oxfordshires—Hussars—thinks ‘Winny’ will get a Regt.
