Another baking day. I saw the “Karoa” leaving harbour this morning, I hear she is taking some troops to Salonika. I spent most of the morning hustling various tin hats on the telephone, trying to get orders to go on and join our batteries. Eventually I was told that we shall be moving on in a day or two.
Had a lizard hunt in our tent, but they escaped; one big one about eight inches long ran up a tree close by, and I suspect we shall get him later.
I tried a piece of sugar cane this morning; you see all the natives chewing it, but I shan’t have any more – beastly sickly sweet stuff. Wrote home today, I believe a mail is going tomorrow.