This is an extract from Arthur Linfoot’s own transcription of his diary, written in 1976.
Had an egg for breakfast then we proceeded up to some dugouts, German, where there were places with long underground tunnels. Some Canadians in them and one of them sat and told us yarns. They were making a new (corduroy) road1 over recently [?gained] ground. Ordered up the line at 5 o’clock and went to Capt. King’s dressing station at the chalk quarry. Nothing for us to do. Sat about in the cold all night. Managed to scrape about two hours sleep. Felt very miserable and “funky”. Not many German shells over but our guns bombarded fearfully all night and the noise was deafening in the quarry. 6th Black Watch cut up badly in the reserve trenches. Lavere and I tried and failed to build a shelter against splinters. Very cold. Wrapped myself in an overcoat and ground sheet I found on the aid post dump to try to keep warm. Seven dead men lying side by side on stretchers at the aid post.