12th March 1916
A short letter to Dollie on arriving at his new billets; the march over was wonderful: “It has been a ripping spring day: a day of sun and laughing wind, and big white clouds chasing each other across the sky”.
Arthur to Dollie
Billets, France, Sunday aft: 5.30pm
To-day we have been on trek, so I have been awfully lucky to get your letter of Thursday last. I am bucked for I’ve felt closer than ever to you to-day (but less than to-morrow).
It has been a ripping spring day: a day of sun and laughing wind, and big white clouds chasing each other across the sky. The evenings are drawing out; there is a touch of spring in the air; and I imagine myself with you, dear, pacing the garden of 45 as we used to in the fine evenings. Happy days, weren’t they, dear: for I was with you, whom I love with all my heart.