10.00 a.m.— Another gorgeous day. Am just going to have a bath. Went round last night all the outlying posts and a good bit of the line. It was a heavenly night. Fairly quiet except for M.G. fire. J.J. had a narrow escape from the oil can (trench mortar). It landed close to where he was in the trench, and he had just time to skip before it exploded, and only got covered with mud. I saw him about an hour afterwards. He was quite imperturbable—great fellow. Menaul did some useful work last night, and got within a few yards of a Bosche working party. Padre is going over to see Dickson today. He is running a mess. We’re getting a grand lot of work done, and all in the cool after stand down in the morning, about 3.30 a.m. to 7.30 a.m., and again 5.30 p.m. to 7.30 p.m. leaving the hot part of the day for resting. We downed a Bosche ‘plane this afternoon with our ‘planes. I didn’t see it.