On our return, we passed once more by Sanctuary Wood, and in the daylight looked into the place torn and battered by shells and reeking with the odours of unburied bodies.
We parted at Zillebeke Bund, and I made my way to Railway Dugouts.

It was a lovely morning and the air was so fresh that although I had been walking all night I did not feel tired.

The 3rd Battalion was holding the line just behind a piece of ground which was called the "Bean and Pollock." It was supposed that the Germans had mined the place and that an explosion might be expected at any minute.

One company had built a rustic arbour, which they used as their mess-room.

The bright sun shone through the green boughs overhead.