29th March (1919)

Snowballing is the order of the day: no one exempt either by rank or sex; had even to eat our meals under a continuous bombardment.

Walk to Bulford village; where the thatched cottages along the riverside, with patches of snow on their brown roofs, formed many a pretty picture, and the fruit trees laden with feathery snow seemed to have anticipated their blossoming time.  Had to pass through a snowball barrage put up by youngsters behind a hedge.

I have put in for leave – till 7th April.

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