A glorious day, with blinding sun and views to the edge of the earth (or just about). Back again to Loos Junction. We are arriving there more regularly then the scheduled Hun troop trains I suggested to Chris. The Major is giving these missions a high priority and we are always well protected by a sweep of Bristols ... all three of them this fine day. It really is down to a fine art now, and rather routine with nary a peep from the Hun, other than a few feeble bursts of Archie. They must hate us down there in Loos, and I really feel we are having an impact on the enemy's local supply situation.