My dear dad,
I hope you have had a most successful week up north. If you have been having the same sort of weather we have had here it must have been delightful on the moors. Many a time have I wished I could be with you. Still it looks very much as though I shall be there next year if things go on as they are at present. The old Boche has got to take a lot in the ribs yet. The coup de grace has yet to come, though we seem to be able to do pretty much what we like with him at present.
I have absolutely no news to tell you from here. Things are going smoothly, but are dull on the whole.
The air is alive with rumours, the latest being that leave is extended to 20 days. There is nothing official about it, but things like that get round pretty quickly & there may be something in it. it would be futile to say I hope it is so. I had an amusing letter from Mr. Sayers the other day.
Did you have the saloon to bring you back? I wonder you haven’t borrowed it before. I bet Mr. Preston thought it was A1, & of course it is the only way to do it really. It saves all the bother of sweating after baggage – your job I gather as a rule.
Well old man I am sorry I have nothing to tell you.
Hope you are fit & well.
With very best love
Your loving son