Beautifully clear day.
Nice sun shining. I went up to the OP just over the crest with Vosper
and had a splendid view. The light was perfect and Cambray/in[?]
looked within reach of our guns even. We walked across the canal and
got along the sunken road where there was a hung trench mortar still
in its emplacement, no one having moved it since its capture. It
looked a nice little toy and was the same type as our Stokes. We then
turned off the road into a trench and got another good glimpse of the
country from there. Not very far on to our right we could see the
famous Scottie of TM registering the seven ones. We got back about
ten forty-five a.m. and Major Mills and Captain Heebit called,
staying till nearly twelve, imbibing much whiskey to keep the cold
out. Woolsey, the gas officer, also turned up. In the afternoon
Barrett and Siggers turned up – at least they came for lunch. In
the afternoon, the Hun shelled a six-inch howitzer battery down near
the spoil heap behind Havrincourt and funnily enough was enfilading
them with a 10-centimetre gun but never hit them, always dropping
over them or just short.
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