Great doings in our tent this evening. We collared another tent from an abandoned camp and put it over our own, so we are under two thicknesses of canvas; obtained also a brazier with a chimney, which we now have going in full swing in the doorway, with the prospect of dry boots and socks – tres bon! Or “trees beans” as some have it. Had a lovely spill off my donk tonight, landing in the mud which, unpleasant in itself, saved me from so much as a bruise. These are the humorous interludes and we all roar with laughter at the unfortunate, except when your own turn comes: you scrape most of the mud off with your jack-knife and proceed with the business of the day.
Walk March 