One man was sawing wood.

Between us and them lay that mass of wire and iron posts which is known as the mysterious "No Man's Land." Further down the hill we saw the trenches of the 13th Battalion, where apparently intermittent "Straffing" was still going on.

Where we were, however, there was nothing to disturb our Christmas peace and joy.

I actually got out into "No Mans Land" and wandered down it.

Many Christmas parcels had arrived and the men were making merry with their friends, and enjoying the soft spring-like air, and the warm sunshine.