This probably won’t make much sense because I never can concentrate properly unless I have perfect quiet. It is Sunday morning – imagine Sunday morning and me up!- and the house seems to be full of people. So Lena and I have retreated to the bedroom to write letters.
Thanks for the last letter, number 45.
I’ve still got nothing else to write about except Lena. She’s a pet, she really is. I must get to Sweden somehow or other even if I have to swim there. It will be awful when she leaves especially if I know I won’t see her again.
Sorry that I haven’t written for some time but have been kept extremely busy what with one thing or another.
Our touring the island trip over the weekend went off marvellously. I think that I will always remember those few days.
On the first day we went up to the Troodos Mountains stopping at a village called Platres. It is a charming place, set in excellent surroundings. A place where visitors to Cyprus always head. We had a few drinks and a walk around noting the cool mountain streams that seemed to rush from the pine covered mountains above, down through the village on for an unknown destination. The effect of such a spot seems to bestow peace on oneself.