Tuesday night (24th July 1917)

Walked by a canal with a new mate; chap named Roche.  He is good fun and very imaginative.  Whilst I did a sketch he couldn’t resist the temptation to get into the canal with a whole horde of boys who were bathing there.  To get in the water with a certain degree (minimum) of modesty, he wound an old rag around his loins and took a header into the unknown.  The chief difficulty arose after he got out, which he overcame by getting back wet into his clothes.  R. is a bit of a dreamer and can’t sleep for the workings of his imagination and often roams around the camp half-dressed at all hours of the night.

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