Another lovely day, with a shade more breeze. Dickson is going on well, but they haven’t located the bullet, and will send him, when fit to move, to a base for X-rays. My day at present is:—a little office work after breakfast, and then out round the line; back to lunch. Coy. Commanders’ conference at 2.30 p.m., which lasts till 4.00 p.m.; then post in (post leaves at 3.00 p.m.), and then tea and round the line again till dinner, after which heavy correspondence in and has to be attended to. Then I wander again and see what work is being done and needed, and sometimes an early trek round after daylight.

A quiet night except for M.G. fire. Menaul had an escape on patrol last night; bumped into a small covering party of Bosches, who fired at about five yards, but missed and Menaul was able to get away, pursued by rifle and grenade fire. He was out on a special reconnoitring job and had only one man with him. He was so close to the German line he had to skip as fast as he could.

2.00 p.m.— Had a very hot walk round the whole line from 9.30 a.m. to 12.30 p.m. Everything peaceful, except occasional sniping, and a few H.E. shells on the front line. We’ve had grand weather this time, and a lot of good work has been done.