222 Northfield Rd.
King's Norton, B'ham
Just after morning parade and before I have breakfast, I have just enough time to write a note to the best girl in the world. My how I long for you and wish you were here. I have not been able to write quite so frequently during the past week. This owing to extra duties. I seem to be the victim for all odd duties to devolve upon. However, I can take it and glad to get the chance. I thought I came here for instruction. Instead it seems that I am to give as much as I get. In fact, to date I am somewhat ahead in that I have given much more than I have received. Lecture after lecture without a bit of preparation is not good. I have simply had to do it and the boys seem to enjoy it. Today, above all things, I am to go with another officer and map out an area for clay pigeon shooting. I have done some of this work years ago and it seems that my judgment in the matter is required.
The weather here is a bit milder than what I have found in other parts of the country. In fact, Torquay is a noted winter watering place. In peacetimes, thousands flock here to escape the so-called cold in other parts of England. Of course, at present there is no such visitation to Torquay. One sees nought but evacuees, troops etc. etc.
I find my 'digs' reasonably comfortable, a big room in a 3rd rate hotel. Meals are certainly nut not much to write about but the room is airy and clean. I spend all day of course at headquarters and different training places. It is breakfast time now and I shall have to sign off for the time being.
Heaps of love Sweetheart. I do long for you and am lonesome, awful lonesome. A big hug & kiss.
Sun. Mar. 2nd/41
I received two letters from you yesterday. Nos. 47 and 48 dated Jan. 24th & 27th respectively. My what a girl you are--three pages. I'm afraid when it comes to talking, Dearie you win. What do I hear you say? I do love to hear you talk even though you think I don't always take in all you say. I only wish you were here to chatter away. I'd promise not to butt in until you really invited me to do so. I'd just busy myself in other ways.
Well I feel as if I'm somewhat a part of this business now. I have had quite a busy week and have naturally had to do a lot of thinking and pondering. However my memory has served me wonderfully well and it is astonishing how easily I have slipped back into the routine of things. I only regret that I could not have been settled in harness soon after the outbreak of hostilities. However we have succeeded so far and now if we can hold to our direction and muster all our strength and effort, I don't see why we should not ultimately accomplish what we set out to do.
Dearie I do wish you were here today. I am sitting in my room, about 14' x 16' with a large window to the west, the sun just stealing its way into it. The countryside is peaceful and life in general right here seems to be far removed from the activities of war. My 'digs' are in what is called the Belmont House. A third rate summer rooming house. The rooms are comfortable although not lavishly furnished. My room has a wide old-fashioned wooden bed and a single iron bed. A tall dresser with full size mirror in door (why aren't you here), an old fashioned bureau standing in one corner with another full size mirror and endless large and small drawers; a fireplace with coal grate, a week (?) wicker top table on which I am writing; a commode with hand basin and water pitcher and a small receptacle which looks something like [he draws a picture of a chamber pot] which rests on the floor immediately under the commode. It's a strange looking thing and so far I have little or no use to make of it. The bathroom is three doors away. Hot water is available on Friday in case anyone should require a bath. I don't think it is used very much as people on this side have not yet become educated to the idea of daily or bi-weekly bathing. A toilet next to the bathroom appears to be more popular than the bathroom. The dining room, on the ground floor overlooking the street, is a bit larger than my bedroom. Another fireplace and about four separate tables. So far the only guests that I have seen are an elderly English lady and her maid, another English lady from Blackheath (of which you have heard); another lady and her small son and your 'airy' look husband. A Mrs. Downing is the owner of the place. She is short, red-faced, wears glasses, sniffles with asthma all the time and delights in relating how she was obliged to take this property back and run it after she had thought it sold and had made up her mind to retire on income received from rent. Everything is very good except the food which is certainly very poor. I am somewhat glad that I'm alone, i.e. not other officers here, as it is ever so much quieter and one is less bothered by those wishing to indulge in the usual amusements of army life.
So far I have met two or three very fine officers, a pilot/officer Phillips, a young lad about thirty-three, marred (wife in Torquay) was a lawyer in Wales, his home. We have become fairly well acquainted, being in the same Squadron. He has put me wise to various activities such as sports, dancing etc. Wednesday I had a good swim in the Spa Baths (swimming pool). Friday I attended a gala there ans saw some very fine swimming, diving and water polo. On Saturday, last evening I attended a dance (held weekly) at the City Hall, and enjoyed myself very well. I was a complete stranger and after a while I got up enough courage to ask a young lady to dance. She proved to be the daughter of a school principal, employed in the office of some insurance office and we got along very well. We danced two or three numbers until the hour of closing arrived. I then saw Miss Pipe (rather a peculiar name) home. It was a long walk in the pitich blackness of blackout. The journey was uneventful except for the misfortune of Miss Pipe running full force into a stone wall which jutted out on her side of the sidewalk (pavement as it's called here.) She struck her forehead an awful wallop and it was only a minute or so before a bump the size of an egg appeared just above the eye. I do hope she will not be laid up with it. No doubt her eye will be black today. Miss Pipe is much the same class and style of a girl that Olive Davis is. In fact, her voice, intonation and nervous expressions are identical with those of Olive's. By the way have you heard from Olive yet? I am writing to her today.
I took the church parade this morning and enjoyed a short sermon delivered by the chaplain, Squadron Leader Buchan, a Bristol man and a friend of Dr. Gavin, Doug's father. Isn't that a queer co-incidence.
Well Sweetheart, please note I have written three pages. A record for me. Perhaps I can talk too after all.
Heaps of love and hugs and kisses galore.
By the way I have just learned from Phillips that I shall get just over one pound per day including separation allowance and everything. The separation allowance is 6s. per day. It will all be paid into my account at Lloyd's Bank, Pall Mall, London, where my account is, and it is up to me to arrange to have it sent on to you. By gum if they won't let me send it to you, you shall just simply have to come over here for it, see?
Good night now and hold me tight.