My second “buckshee” parcel was from the Spinster’s Club and contained amongst various goods an amazing size in cholera belts which will come in either as a spare comforter or for cleaning harness. Church at Y.M.C.A. yesterday – a spirited address from the same little man as before. They have there the tiniest piano I’ve ever seen (set up on top of a packing case) on which the hymns are strummed.
The fireplace is a great success; we make toast, heat water, dry our things and keep warm. The noise of the guns is at times not unlike the banging and rolling about of big tanks in the distance.
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.
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.
The mud is getting quite fantastic in its smell, stickiness and general enormity; watering horses is now one gigantic and confused bog-scramble. Went to church in Y.M.C.A. this morning and bellowed hymns and heard an earnest little chap discourse quite eloquently on one of St. Paul’s epistles. We had W’s cake at lunch and have guzzled most of the blackballs, which are very popular. One chap got a tin of asparagus which we beated up and schlooped down by the yard – it needed condiments and white sauce, which our imaginations had to supply. Managed to get rid of the superfluous balaclavas. Note: the plethora of balaclava caps sent to soldiers was a standing joke.
8 p.m. We have just had the ginger out of the parcel – it went down like a hot toddy. If you good folk will send the stuff what can you expect us to do but enjoy it? You will perhaps be amused to know that every part of your parcels is utilised not excepting the tins and the cloth-wrapping, which either comes in for dishcloths or harness rags. There is actually a farm house here still inhabited, right in the middle of the camp. W. and I had some coffee there today in the now familiar handle-less cups.
W. got a tin of the most scrumptious home-made shortbread and biscuits, so we are having a royal time in this hut. Yesterday and today have been warmer, the ice has thawed and King Mud rules again.
Well, we move up to new positions tomorrow. The frost this morning was intense and the ice on the ponds quite thick. This cold clear weather has the advantage of rendering the ground dry under foot. The trumpet has just blown “Come and get your pay” and there is great rejoicing in the camp.
9.30. p.m. Spent the evening with Campbell at a sort of variety entertainment by some chaps out of Yorkshire regiment. The show was excellent and well put on – had a real good laugh.
Had a mounted inspection by a Major this morning and got half-holiday this afternoon. There was a slight sprinkle of snow, just enough to glitter. These villages are much more squalid and crushed together as it were, than the pretty English ones and there appear to be no neat little gardens and creepers etc. So far France has never appealed to me as a place to live in. There has been a decided improvement in the tucker lately, our canteen profits being partially used for that purpose and we have been getting good porridge and plenty of vegetables in the stew as well as the usual bread, margarine, cheese and jam – “Butter” or jam, both never being issued at once, but one can usually save a bit for the next meal. Do these details interest you? W. is snoring loudly.
[Image: Major General Russell, the New Zealand Commander, accompanied by officers, on a tour of inspection of the billets for the 2nd Canterbury Regiment in the small French village of Quesques. Photo taken 25 October 1917 by Henry Armytage Sanders. National Library, Ref: 1/2-012960-G.]