Fit as Fiddles and as Hard as Nails

coats and underpants and some of us looked queer sketches. In the evening we were relieved by the Manchesters and we marched off through Ypres and Vlamertinge to Ouderdoui to some huts in the woods there.
This march although only about 11 miles was a very fatiguing one, and many fellows had to drop out. However, Ben and I managed to stick it, but it was a good job it wasn’t much further.
Thurs 8th. Finished drying our clothes and cleaning up and managed to get one or two good meals at the neighbouring farms.
Friday 9th. Ben and I and Smythe walked to Elveradinge where we used to go from the other huts and had another good meal.
Drill for an hour in the afternoon.
Sat. 10th. Paraded at 3.30 I discarded my sheepskin coat and threw it away. We marched