25 March 1918

Monday March 25th.  After morning job Hanna touched hangar with tail skid landing.  Jolly close.  Evening – flew to [Bertangles].  Hanna and I went in the [Bristol fighter].  Wandered round and eventually found the drome.  Just landing when we saw a ridge.  Opened throttle in hope of clearing.  Hit ridge going full speed.  Turned completely over.  Was caught and pinned down by gun mounting.  Hanna got out, and lifted tail when I crawled out.  Hanna badly shaken, me ditto.  Old cord breeches finished off.  Leg torn a bit.  Machine smashed.  Fuselage broken behind Hanna’s seat.  Nobody knew where we should be.  All slept in empty huts on floor.