14th September (1917)

One of our officers has set up an ingenious panorama of a sector of the Front.  You give him what you consider the right directions and corrections for shelling a given point in the miniature landscape and by means of certain apparatus and an electric battery he makes a little puff of smoke show up where you have aimed your imaginary gun.

Night:  Out alone.  Rabbits and hares were running around and pheasants and pigeons flying about; it seems to be a game preserve.  The noise the crows and rooks make roosting in the trees is simply deafening – similar in effect to the croaking of innumerable frogs.  I walked on to Crondall afterwards with its old cottages and great looming trees overhanging the narrow roads, and the dim lights coming through the latticed windows from the tiny low-ceilinged rooms.

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