Item 01: James Wilkie letters, ca. 1914-1918 - Page 78
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[Page 78]
Its just the most perfect day, we couldn't get a better in Australia & the fields & woods are a picture. Bright green grass studded with buttercups & daisies & our horses looking so well feeding about and the trees, every shade of green, some of them like chestnuts just gorgeous with their blooms like candles on a Christmas tree.
Lilac mauve & white & fruit trees & hawthorn, oh its a lovely country in the spring. I'd like to be a faun & skip about in a forest glade clad in a goatskins to the music of a gramophone (discreetly hidden in an old oak). Of course a Pan's pipe sounds & looks more suitable but the music is very thin & unsatisfying.
I have been tearing round all the morning on a bike, very pleasant but rather warm in the military costume & especially as I have to festoon myself with a gas box respirator & bandolier & a leather haversack.
I got full (no, not py eyed) fed up, so to speak & came home. Will finish my wandering this evening. Oh the evenings are glorious, I generally wander round my various pals, I have quite a lot hereabouts.