January 9, 1944

Dearest,
I miss you with excruciating pain sometimes. We had a lovely afternoon and evening- too lovely. And after those things, I always end up frightfully depressed because I have nobody to enjoy it with. I mean the way you and I can enjoy things together. As long as I am doing things that you wouldn’t particularly enjoy, I get along alright, and have a very fine time. Today the Team celebrated the end of our first month in Ireland by going to the Slieve Donard soon after dinner (midday). It was a rainy day + the scenery wasn’t any good so we installed ? ourselves around a table in a bay window overlooking the bay. Lusy brought out a pint of Bourbon which he had brought over from the States and was saving for a special occasion. It provided two drinks a piece and kept us occupied in a very cozy, quiet way until tea time. Then we had tea, with little sandwiches and cakes, and went for a stroll around the grounds (which we had never seen in daylight before). I took my first walk on a beach for you know how long. I got quite a kick out of it. The tide was way out and the beach was a couple hundred yards wide, with real sand + bright pebbles, and shells, and also ? of fist-size rounded stones. The scenery must be gorgeous on a bright sunny day, but so far we’ve only been there in the rain or at night. (continued)