ightfall they had left, and the forward section of our
Division made their headquarters in a hut at Warlus; the members of
"C" mess remaining at Fosseaux.

March the 29th was Good Friday, and a strange one it was. There was
much stir and commotion everywhere, and we were so unsettled, that all
I could do was to have a service in the cinema in the evening, and on
Easter Day two Celebrations of Holy Communion at which I had only
twenty-eight communicants. Our men had gone in to the line to the (p. 246)
southeast of Arras, round Telegraph Hill, where an attack by the
Germans was expected, as their advance to the south had been checked.
I made my way to Arras, and spent the night in one of the mysterious
caves which lie under that city. It was called St. Sauveur Cave, and
was entered from a street behind the station. The 1st Brigade was
quartered there. In the morning I walked down the long dark passage
till I came to an opening which led me to some high ground where there
had evidently been a good deal of fighting. From there I made my way
over to the front line, where the 1st Battalion was entrenched. I
passed numbers of wooden huts broken by shells. Many men must have
been quartered there at one time. It was sad to go into them and see
the waste and desolation, and the lost war material scattered in all
directions. On my way I came to a deep trench which some Imperial
machine-gunners were holding. They had had an anxious time, and were
glad to have a visitor. Several of them regretted that they had not
been able to attend any Easter service. I told them we would have one
there and then, as I was carrying the Blessed Sacrament with me. So we
cleaned a corner of the trench, and there I had a short service and
gave the men communion.

Our trenches were not satisfactory, as we did not know accurately
where those of the Germans were. That night, instead of going back to
the 1st Brigade I made my way to the huge Rouville Caves under Arras,
where the whole of the 3rd Brigade were quartered. It was a most
curious abode. No one knows when the caves were dug. They were
probably extended from time to time as the chalk was quarried for the
purpose of building the town. Long passages stretched in different
directions, and from them opened out huge vaulted chambers where the
battalions were billeted. I spent the night with the 14th Battalion,
and the next day held services in turn for each of the four units of
the Brigade. The 16th