As usual
21.6.44.
Chotie Darling,
Received your letter of the 8th or was it 9th a couple of days ago.
I’m still having quite a happy time here, as we’ve been pulled out for a day’s rest I’m taking the opportunity to write you a few lines.
Actually there’s so little to write about – I can’t tell you where I am, and I haven’t seen enough of the countryside to write graphic descriptions of it.
I went the rounds of the local cottages this morning and procured some Camembert cheese and a litre of cider (about 2½ pints). Cost me five francs (sixpence) which wasn’t bad going. Apart from that I haven’t had the chance of getting anything else, and that represents the only purchase I’ve made for over ten days.
The people are shy but very friendly – and only too willing to converse with you especially if you speak any French at all.
Most of the fields of corn and oats, and the many orchards are untouched but the villages have suffered terribly.
As I write this there’s a little boy staring at me intently with one finger in his mouth. He’s wearing the traditional black Smock – gathered at the waist I believe you’d say – with ridiculously large wooden clogs on his feet.
Says his name’s Raymonde – I’ve given him one of my boiled sweets – and now he’s very pleased.
His sister has just turned up. I seem to have started something. She’s Denise. If any more come along I’m packing up.
I must close here as I have to get a grip on my troop.
All my love Chotie Darling.
Dicker
PS. Send my best wishes to all your family won’t you?
© Chotie Darling
Recent Comments