I was kept busy riding about, visiting the different units.

Round about Hooggraaf the spring roads were very attractive, and the numerous short cuts through the fields and under the overhanging trees reminded one of country life at home.
One day Dandy bolted as I was mounting him, and I fell on some bath mats breaking a bone in my hand and cutting my face in several places.
This necessitated my being sent up to the British C.C.S.at Mont des Cats.

Mont des Cats was a picturesque hill which overlooked the Flanders Plain, and could be seen from all parts of the Salient.

On the top there was a Trappist monastery.

The buildings were modern and covered a large extent of ground.