Time at last for a line or two to let you know how we are getting on. My journey as far as Folkestone was uneventful except that at Charing X. I came across Gen. Heathcote, who was formerly commanding the 4th Lincolnshires, and whom I knew very well. I had just got on to the boat when he came along and asked if I would like to go with him on another ship – taking the Japanese Prince – Gen H. was made O.C. Troops on board. Of course I went and we crossed in great comfort. I was expecting it to be rather rough but it was not. We had dinner together the other side, and by a great stroke of luck I managed to get a train on the same evening as far as Amiens where I arrived in the very small hours of the morning. I slept for 4 hours in the Y.M.C.A. Rest House and then came by road. I was very fortunate indeed and by begging lifts on lorries and cars managed to get up to the line. The line however was going forward so fast that I did not reach the Bn. Until early the following morning. I did not miss any fighting but only just arrived in time. Even then we have not had to do anything very terrific – merely chase out the rear guard. Now he has gone so far and so fast that we cannot catch him. I found Dunlop very miserable and unhappy, however I soon cheered things up a bit. The new C.O. is an Irishman (Green!). He is most very quiet and seldom commits a smile: he has not yet laughed. However we all live in hope. We have of course been liberating large numbers of civilians who are simply over joyed. Our recent billets are the height of luxury and we are more comfortable then we have been for years. The only fly in the ointment is that we never stay more than five minutes in any one place. The rain has not made things over pleasant for the people on outpost duties and those doing attacks – and roads are not unnaturally getting bad in places. The thoroughness with which the old Boche has blown up cross-roads and bridges has also made extra work for us. However we don’t greatly worry over little things like that. One cannot help admiring the Boche rear-guard tactics. Only once have we managed to catch him napping. In the mist two days ago, Ball got his Company well forward and surprised a Boche battery of 4 guns. We captured or killed all the horses – took over 20 prisoners and killed half a dozen gunners. It was impossible to hold the Battery so we damaged what we could. Wollaston is probably coming back to us thought I understand he is getting leave first.