in a field beyond that village.  Then Colonel Best-Dunkley asked for all officers.  We all sat round him on the grass for about a quarter of an hour while he explained to us a tactical scheme which the Battalion was now to carry out in the district.  We then carried out the tactical scheme which took place over potato fields and fine crops—­it seemed a great pity for the farmers!  We all had to move our platoons across country to a certain position, each platoon proceeding separately, but, of course, keeping its correct distance from the others, and, by means of scouts and runners, keeping in communication.  On the front along which I had to proceed with my platoon there were numerous fields enclosed by thick hedges and awkward obstacles; but I got it along all right, without either map or compass.  In one lane I encountered Major Brighten, sitting on horseback.  He asked me various questions about the position, and gave me a word or two of advice.  I really like Major Brighten very much; he is the nicest, as well as one of the most capable, officer in the Battalion.  When the scheme was over, Halstead told me that my platoon was in exactly the right position.  That information was a pleasant surprise!

“We then marched back.  Some of the way I rode on Halstead’s horse, ‘Peter.’  He must be a very good horse, because I got along all right; he did not play any pranks.  We got back at 3.45....  We had a kind of lunch at 4 p.m.  At 5.30 we attended a conference of all officers at Battalion Headquarters.  The Colonel discussed the scheme, and criticized most officers very roundly; fortunately he had nothing whatever to say about me!  While we were there the Adjutant opened an order from Brigade to the effect that the move is now cancelled altogether; so we are remaining here for our training.  I am glad.”

“June 21st.

“We were up at 4 again this morning.  I am becoming very ‘fed up’ with this stupidly early rising.  I have no particular objection to shells or to route marches in themselves; but I do object to being awakened from a pleasant sleep and having to get up at 4 every morning!  It makes one feel so washed out.

“At 5 we marched off on a Battalion route march.  We went round about nine miles, and got back at 9.45.  Then there was a kit inspection; then gas drill.  This afternoon I had a stroll in the woods.  There was a foot inspection at 4; there is a battle-order inspection at 5.40; and this evening there is to be bayonet fighting and bombing!  The men are, quite naturally, not pleased.”

“June 22nd.

“We marched off at 6 this morning to a range about seven miles away (at Cormette).  When we had been going about twenty minutes it began to rain.  It rained all the way, but we went on just the same.  I had no coat, so was thoroughly wet.  When we got to the range it was still raining.  We had lunch there and discussed whether to fire or not.  We got there at 9.  At 11 it was decided to return without firing.”