Arrived Villeneuve 6.10 a.m. not much sleep at night. Sick and wounded and horses all over the place, tumbling down, one died and one jumped out of the train. I was three times thrown on to the floor by what felt like a collision, but it wasn’t. I asked the guard and he said “It is the fog, we can’t see the signals” which sounded rather uncomfortable. A dull depressing day and dead horses get on my nerves. Left Villeneuve at 3.20. The usual ovation everywhere and crowds of people at Versailles. Arrived Rouen 10.30 p.m. Reported to R.T.O. who said all right, go to bed, and I’ll come and see you at 9 a.m. No sooner gone to bed than off the train started and took us out 5 miles to Sotteville. So I got down the line to a place where I could telephone from and worried everybody for about an hour.
At last we begin to hear of considerable victories which seem to be true. Rain again. My German prisoners tell me they are running short of provisions and ammunition and said our artillery fire was very good. There was a huge crowd at Versailles last night but I stopped them giving anything to the unheroic occupants of my train. A nasty, wet, gloomy day with a howling wind and my truck very cold and lonely.