_July 9._—A good deal of barrage work all day, but as it was mostly at a slow rate the men managed to get some rest—goodness knows, they both need and deserve it. _July 10._—Went out with the colonel to reconnoitre an advanced position. Got caught in a barrage, and had to crouch in a (fortunately) deep trench for half an hour. Sitting there began to wonder if this was the prelude to a counter-attack; just then, looking out to the left, that is towards the south-west corner of Mametz Wood, saw a lot of men running hard. Suddenly spotted the familiar grey uniform and spiked helmets of the enemy. ‘God!’ I cried, ‘it _is_ a counter-attack. Those are _Huns_!’ Expected every moment to have one peering in over the top of the trench: did not dare to run for it, owing to the barrage, which was still heavy. T⸺, who was with me, remained calm and put up his glasses. ‘All right,’ he said; ‘they’re prisoners. Look at the escort.’ And so they were, running for their lives through their own shrapnel—and the escort keeping well up with them! The storm being over (no ‘hate’ lasts for ever), returned as quickly as we could, and reported that the position was possible but by no means tempting! A lot of night firing. _July 11._—Set out with the Child, two sergeants, and my trusty ‘look-out man’ to look for a more favourable spot. After a good deal of walking about found one, a fairly snug place (though pitted with shell holes). Intended to reconnoitre for an O.P. in the front edge of Mametz Wood, but met a colonel just back from those parts who assured us that the enemy front line ran there. Reluctantly (!) we abandoned the enterprise and returned. At 6 P.M. the Child started off with a digging party to prepare the new position. Move of the battery ordered for 9.30, then postponed till 10.30. Road crowded with infantry and transport; progress slow. To be mounted and at the head of a column of twelve six-horse teams is a very different thing from being alone and ready to slip behind a wall or into a trench if occasion calls for it. Luck was on our side, however, and we got through before any shells came. Occupied the position quickly, emptied the ammunition wagons, and got the horses clear without casualties. The Child reported that a few four-twos had come pretty close while he and his party were digging and had stopped their work for a while: nevertheless, quite a lot already done. Time now 12.30. Turned on every available man and continued digging till dawn. Men very beat, but not a word of grousing.