Diary Entry - 8th September, 1916

Friday at ten a.m. I left the guns for Courcelles, where I intended picking up my horses. I was lucky in getting a ride on a Ford ambulance as far as Colincamps, walking the remaining quarter mile. Potter was waiting for me just inside the village and, as one of the horses had his shoe off, he walked it down to St Leger. I found a comfortable 36th Brigade Mess in an orchard quite close to our wagon line. Bailley was busy marking out new lines on the side of a slope that he intended cutting out.