20th December 1915
Awful mist all night and morning. Everything dripping – no view in any direction. Got up pretty miserable for breakfast and was pleased when Smellie told me that as there were so few men available for trench digging parade that I need not turn out. Went back to the bivouac and lay down and wrote a few letters. Found out by hearing orderly corporal shouting like a bull that we were moving camp nearer the village and the officers going into a shed. Am writing this from a three sided cowshed in which side by side six officers C and D Coys are sleeping. Very warm and great improvement on the beastly mist outside. Tents supposed to be coming up for the men.
Letter mail supposed to be in the Brigade Camp and all Xmas parcels to come up tomorrow.
Wrote Marjory and George to try to get into touch with them.