[May 6th 1916]
The Dorsets delayed our start this morning. The disturbance of the storm had dislocated arrangements and most people were too tired to put their best efforts into the work of loading. The Dorsets were the chief offenders in this respect.
But at 6a.m. we were off; over the same unbroken desert, the old unchanging monotonous scene. The march was gloriously cool. The storm, in spite of all its discomforts, has proved a blessing in disguise. It has brought with it a change of wind to the North with a cool, bracing breeze. Even in the full glare of the sun it is not uncomfortable today. The contrast with the oppressive atmosphere and the quenching thirst associated with the southerly wind is scarcely believable. Our men captured a pretty little Jerboa