July 18th 1961
It’s a hot sunny day. I’ve about 50 days to do in the RAF and I have to reply to about 40 odd pages of your latest letters. That is the general situation at the moment and the only thing worrying in me is what to write about.
My life here is so much routine that it’s boring to listen to. However there are always the bright moments of day to day service life. The bright moments, as I put it, usually occur whilst swimming with some of the lads down at Submarine Point. We have a rare old mess around in general. We throw one another in then jump on them etc. We went to the Cove on Monday. The water was quite warm and pretty flat so I had a go at swimming under-water from one pier to another some fifty yards away. It seemed ages under water but I just about hung on to complete the distance before coming up for some much needed air. I have always concentrated on under water swimming, maybe I have read too many detective stories where the hero escapes by doing just that.
This afternoon we intend to search for a village which has been hidden by the sea for many years. My friend reckons he has seen it and claims there are some old pieces of pottery to be had in the vicinity. Shall be surprised if we do happen to find anything of value. He claims the place to be some three or four hundred yards off shore. Anyway, we shall see. Rumours that I am growing fins aren’t true. Gills, yes, but not fins. Enough about swimming before you’re sea-sick or something.
There hasn’t been any cricket matches lately so you are relieved of the agony of reading about the sport. Our next match will be Friday when we shall probably lose again. (well, that’s hopeful, Mr. Blake!)
Re your query over Three Just Men by Edgar Wallace. This book came out just after Four Just Men was published. I assure you kiddo that my threes and fours aren’t mixed up. Just finished Agatha Christie N or M. it wasn’t very good in my opinion.
My latest bedtime story book is ‘When the gangs came to London.’ By Mr Wallace again. So far as I’ve read it is pretty good stuff, murder and all that.
The trouble in Kuwait seems to have come to a quiet ending after all. I am very glad it has because it saves a hell of a lot of bother. Reckon we must have scared the Iraq leader into silence.
Will close now darling on account of the fact that my mind is fairly bland today. However, will write again soon and try to make fifty letters my total by demob.
I love you very much Maureen and miss you more and more.