When I first met M’lady Ms.Grace I was in the Royal Navy and spent a lot of time away from home; In those days (mid seventies) there was no technology and so the most important part of the day was when the mail arrived. Sometimes it was me who collected the bags of mail for the lads and I remember one particular time when I had to take a helicopter ride to get it (not for the faint hearted). I remember the sweat on my brow waiting for the master-at-arms to call out ‘Dixon’ and throw me a letter.
As my packing to move intensifies I came across this treasured collection of love letters which I’ve safely stored away for almost forty years. Come my final retirement no doubt Ms.Grace and me will drum up the courage to have a read of them again over a cup of tea….