R 5 trench. All quiet ‘till just before we are moving off, when we are shelled pretty heavily. Relieved about nine. Have my mess-tin, mug and a whiz-bang case stolen by R.S.F. who relieved us, while I was posting their sentries. Tea at Dickebusch. Have our packs carried for us from Voormezeele. Arrive, camp at Reninghelst about 1 am.
R 5 trench. Everything very quiet. We have our porridge for breakfast as we did at T 1. All the corporals are doing here is to take charge of the trench in turn. Orderly Cpl.
H.Q. Guard. Relieved in afternoon. In the evening go up to R 5 where we have a comfortable bivvy and do ourselves well. Mr Smith, our platoon officer, seems a bit nervy. Thirty-six hours truce on our side.
H.Q. On guard. Our gas gong here is a bell from the church tower of Voormezeele, it was presented to the church by the people of Ypres.
(Hob’s 27th birthday)
H.Q. dugouts. Spend the day cleaning up. On guard at H.Q. in afternoon.
T 1 trench. Whizz-bangs over. Some of our chaps shot by the Shropshires by mistake the night before. Relieved in evening and go back to H.Q. dugouts
T 1 trench. Quiet time all day, but at night they blow up a mine just by our trenches, shakes the earth like anything but no damage done. Have to ‘stand to’ all night, lot of ‘straffing’.
Reninghelst. Clearing up all the morning and getting in stores to take up the line. Move off at 3.30 pm for the front line trench. Have tea on way up. Very quiet in T 1.
Reninghelst. Parade sick in morning. Fatigue party down to R.E. park in afternoon. Quiet evening in tent packing and reading.