Friday. 25

Dear Mother.

Here I am waiting at the place I expected to wait, and I am going to try & wangle a job here if possible, though I doubt if it will come off. Don’t write to where I said till I tell you for certain. It’s gorgeous weather here, but an awful lot of dust blowing about. We had a 3 days train journey, but it was not so bad as many I have experienced.

That was a lovely leave.

Best love to all

yr loving son

Richard.