This afternoon bought an exciting aerial display by a number of the redoubtable gothas sailing serenely over our heads supported by a squad of fast scouting machines at a much higher altitude. The archibalds got busy and plastered the atmosphere with shell-bursts, but the beggars got away without apparent injury. We could see the dropping bombs flashing in the sun. None came near us. Have made a patent tin-candle-sock-drier and am now experimenting with it, its heat is hardly tropical.
Walk March 