Gun drill from 6:15 to 7:30 this morning. Stables after breakfast, then a bathe.
We went round to see if the foxes had been to that earth again, but they hadn’t, so I expect they must have moved the cubs out the night before last.
Garside lectured to us and the 1/2nd Lowland Brigade this afternoon on horse management. The flies have been an awful nuisance today, Gen. Horne told Powell yesterday that in about a month’s time the heat, flies, and mosquitoes make it practically impossible for a white man to live here, so I hope we’re in France by then.
Tremendous excitement: a mail came in tonight, and most of us had a double batch of letters which we ought to have got last time, but which we thought had gone. Down in the Sussex came along too; I suppose they salved them.
I believe we are in for a pretty bad sand storm tonight as the wind is steadily rising.