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What a night it has been! Rain in torrents and a gale which sent the camp dustbins hurtling along the ground to fetch up with a bang against the sides of various tents, the occupants of which thereupon effectively contrived to make the night yet more hideous by heartfelt and lurid cursing.

Twice we had to get up and re-peg down our frail home, but at length we got it more or less secure and were able to get to sleep.

The men have stood it very well and everyone is cheerful this morning in the chill, dry breeze.

We officers are being cared for in the Salvation Army hut where the two young women in charge have proved good Samaritans indeed, getting Bowly and myself hot tea and some warm water wherein to wash. We already had gruesome shaves in our tents and now feel fit as fiddles.

I believe we leave here at 9.30 for a 48 hours train journey.^v We hear a rumour we go to the Argonne. If so, the St Omer tale falls heavily to earth.