I was quite glad when they had passed.

I walked on till I came to what was known as Centre Way.

It was a path, sometimes with bath-mats on it, which led across the fields down to the battery positions in the valley.

Huge shell holes, half filled with water, pitted the fields in every direction, and on the slippery wood I had great difficulty to keep from sliding into those which were skirted by the path.

Far off beyond Courcellette I saw the German flare-lights and the bursting of shells.