to a better and bigger barn where we were very cosy and where we could procure coffee and eggs and bread and butter at the Farm House.
March 4th. At 4 p.m. after a quiet day we moved off towards Ypres and though the distance was only 6 miles or so, the march occupied a long time, and we were very tired. We waited about near Vlamertinge till dark and at 6 o’clock we moved off through this little town, the streets were lined with French, Belgian and English soldiers whose “Good luck boys” and “Bon Soirs” were very pleasing to our ears. We were out for business at last. On through the darkness. A battalion from the trenches passed us some of them said “Hello boys who are you”, “Liverpools.” They were Londoners. “How’s the South Coast Railway”, they wanted to know, and some added that if we were good as the