Rain last night has made everything muddy, but it’s fine and drying now. Things fairly quiet. We are only six days in and out, seven days in this time owing to a working party arrangement. Work out here is like at home, if you plan out the tocks to be done and organise parties for each, making some one responsible, and the work is done, but if you don’t do this, and simply let things slide, nothing is done—they neither wire nor work. We go out tomorrow night. Sergts. Barbour and Vennard are both doing splendid work.