It will give you an idea of the length of column made by the whole N.Z.E.F.–A. to know that on trek (where everything is done to timetable) the first battery to move starts some 4 hours before the last. A wetting drizzle has fallen all the time. Passed thro’ several manufacturing towns, including Jeumont and Marpent, and are now billeted in a huge marble works on the village of La Boussiere. The elusive Belgium frontier, which we have been hugging for several days, crossed at last. The last house in France was a very quaint one, designed to represent rustic timbers, even to its chimneys. A few yards past it the Belgium flag was flying. We also passed through Recquignies, heavily damaged at the beginning of the war. Grass and weeds now growing on the shattered wall tops.
Our destination was reached an hour after dark and an awful scramble ensued, dragging horses into impromptu stables, lugging harness about in the dark and generally groping around. This business must be interesting for officers and “duds” who don’t have to do all the dirty work and can eat with clean hands.