The big brown station dog has shared my bun.  I had an amazingly pleasant journey up – as pleasant as any journey taking me from you could be.  I got to Leeds on time & found the York train waiting, with a corner seat for me.  I got to York at 4o/c, or just after.  The four thirty seemed foolishly early, so I went into the city & bought the Lord Grey book, a charming edition, slightly soiled, for 3/-.  Then I visited the Minster, & adored the vaulting silences & thought of you & us.  I strolled back here & had a cup of tea & wrote to Mother & this to you.  Just a note of greeting.  I’ll write properly when I’m settled in the barracks.  I go on the 6.35 train & get in about half past seven.  Several of squad 82 are on the station, gloomy but friendly.

                        I’m so glad you’re with Mother on her birthday.  She is a dear person, quite unique for sheer personality & sweetness, wed to efficiency.  I’m so glad you are fond of each other.  My world, you two.

                        My love to the Candy girl & your Mother & the girls & all the village.  Don’t fret at our separation, we’ve full lives to lead, & we’re never really apart.

                                                Be happy & bless you.