Letter to Muriel 23 May 1917
May 23rd 1917
Please forgive a hurried scrawl, darling, as I want to rush a letter off to you this evening. Thank you very much for your two letters. Our post is very disorganised – your letter of the 17th arrived before one dated the 14th. There was no mail for 4 days, and then 41 bags of mail arrived here for the Brigade, and I know some more are missing. I have just received a letter from Maude.
It has been wet again the last two days, but it is fine to-day and very hot indeed. It is hard and warm work making dug-outs and burying telephone cable in this weather – for that is what is now fully occupying my days.
Let me know how you are getting on and how you like your work. And please also send me a photograph of yourself in working clothes and don’t forget the clay pipe and a stick I think it is very good of you to go working in this weather. Don’t get too brown and strong. I hope you will like your stable companions.
I have no news to tell you at present. We are all trying to work hard.
There is going to be some difficulty in watering our horses soon in spite of the rain we have had recently, and rations have been cut down slightly, but the men still get enough to eat. I hope food problems at home are not worse.
It will be quite a new experience for you, working away from home won’t it? I should love to come down and see you – but I don’t suppose you would want me to get in the way.
If only there was nothing to do now and no war on wouldn’t it be lovely to go off into the country by ourselves with nothing to worry us. The country is looking just lovely now. I suppose if it were always May we should not appreciate it.
The month has or rather is going very quickly – only another week to the end of the month – and then June. I wonder where we shall be at the end of summer. I hope the old Boche will be out of Belgium and France.
The Colonel has come back and is in quite a good temper I am glad to say – and he is now working hard. The horses are very fit and I hope they will fulfil expectations.
Are you still thinking of me and waiting for me to come and kiss you again – you have been rather sparing of your paper kisses recently; the last consignment was only two or three.
Has Mrs Cross returned home yet? She wrote me a letter a few days ago. It was very good of her as I had neglected to write so long, but I am sure she will forgive me. Mr Cross is going away again too – how empty Benchfield will be!
I must close now.
Hoping you are quite well and enjoying your work.
With all my love, darling and many kisses