Such a wild stormy night, rain and wind. Sunny today, but high wind and occasional showers. Comyn was over today; he says—1. We are going to be filled up with Englishmen. 2. Leave will probably open 10 November. 3. There is a great shortage of potatoes. We had a case of measles this morning; rather mysterious, as the man has not been away anywhere. Padre in great dread they may make him senior Chaplain of the Div.; it might mean his leaving us, which would be a great blow; but I don’t think it would necessarily. I’m going to see what I can do, anyway. Clouded over again and pelting with rain.

7.00 p.m. A strafe just begun by our guns, to cover a raid by 11^th [Royal Irish Rifles], and the table is shaking so I cannot write.

10.00 p.m. Our strafe lasted till 7.45 p.m. The Bosche only put two shells back over here, which did not damage. Haven’t heard result of raid. The _____ [unknown battalion] did one a few nights ago, which was not successful. Colder and clearer tonight, so I hope we may be in for better weather. Shall go over tomorrow morning to see our rest place, next time we come out, to find out the hang of things.