Work again at last thank goodness, & plenty of it. We are still in the same place but shall very shortly take over some trenches, & at present are kept busy with maps, plans, photographs, & all sorts & kinds of preparations. Yesterday there was nothing very much doing until after tea. In the morning I visited several battalions, making arrangements about bombs, & seeing to one or two things in general. After tea when I was just about thinking of writing you a line or two, a whole bundle of maps arrived, & I had to work on them in preparation for today. We have just got back now from today’s business – namely one of those horrible joy-rides which have been only too frequent during the past few weeks. The idea was that we should go & visit the trenches that we are to take over, this proved impossible. At 8.0 a.m. this morning, the hour fixed for our departure, it was snowing hard & bitterly cold; I took every available stitch of clothing & my gum boots. We had about twenty nine miles to go, & it took a good four hours, one of which was spent in extracting ourselves from a ditch-snow-drift. The whole journey took so long that it was impossible to go further than to the head-quarters & one of two of the villages: we did not get a glimpse of any trenches. The area to which we are going is a very famous one indeed; the names of most of the villages are familiar to all. Naturally we expected that the trenches would be horrible in such a place, & were looking forward to something considerably worse than Ypres. Strange however as it may appear, the people there say that they are very quiet & we can expect to have a very peaceful time. So we will hope for the best. The ride home was apalling. We were wet, very wet, & more than cold, we were actually frozen in places. My feet were about as painful as I have ever known them, & my hands still feel numbed, witness my handwriting. However a hot bath & a hot meal (jugged hare which we “found”) – & I for one feel very much improved.