Lovely sunny bright day. Three new officers turned up last night, about 10.00 p.m. They look a hefty lot. One was a Sergt. in Irish Guards. Should be good. Two more out before for a few months. It’s quite nice sitting in my shanty, with sun streaming in. It turned out lovely all day till now it has begun to rain. Most fortunate, when we got back we found Gen N_____ [Nugent] here. He was most affable, and quite at his best. Well, we inspected Bulford—ample accommodation for officers and men, and quite compact. A sea of mud, but duck boards down nearly everywhere! Eight huts a company, and eight over for various. Small R. [Recreation] Room; Y.M.C.A. tent 200 yards off. H.Q. Mess in Trois Roi, quite cosy, and my room upstairs, with comfy bed. Lloyd showed us round; he is 2nd in Command 12th R.I.R., and is a son of old Morgan Lloyd, who commanded the Wexford Militia from about ‘83 to 1907, and lived at Camolin. I remember this fellow, a wee fellow about Bob’s age. Came back by Bde and strafed Clarke for not seeing to comfort of Bulford. None of them had been there. Said they must find a football ground; rather a jar, none at present, and no parade ground. The _____ [11th Royal Irish Rifles] found some hidden wire like we did and had to come back. Only had some four casualties, and only one at all bad.
Bulford Camp, and the nearby, smaller Trois Roi Camp, were billets for battalions in divisional reserve. The camps were located about one mile south-west of Neuve Eglise (Nieuwekirke) on what is now the N331.