Walford: Tuesday. Worked on Mess till eleven forty-five a.m. then went up to Left Battalion at midday. This is a huge dugout on the West Miraumont sunken road in a small valley just north of Courcelette. It was all built by our mining company and will hold about 2,000 men. I have never seen such huge galleries since I have been in France. About three p.m. an officer from the 41st Brigade arrived to do liaison so, after enquiring whether two of us were required and receiving an answer in the negative, I fled back to the battery, only too pleased to give over the business to someone else. It is still freezing hard.
Bee: A very hard frost last night and has been very cold all day. Waldron and I came down from the guns and Claudet has gone up. We walked as far as Posiere, expecting to meet our horses, but missed them somehow and had to walk most of the way back. We soon found the Mess and wagon line. The Mess is in quite a nice little house all by itself, quite close to the lines. The horse lines themselves are good as they are on a disused road made of cinders and quite dry, but off the road you get bogged. The men all live in bivies. But hope to get some huts very soon.
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