Dear Lorraine
Living in the wilds of West Somerset shortly after the war, visitors were few and far apart. We lived on a farm, kept 3 horses, as well as ducks and hens. The hens produced more eggs than we could eat so the surplus was collected by van each week.
One day, after drizzling most of the time, it cleared up and in the afternoon the egg van came. The driver went to collect the eggs, and from the passenger seat descended a lovely golden haired girl enrobed in a lovely pink waterproof cape. She steadied herself and, her arms having slid from view, she looked around. At that time there were builders working on the house and she knew them all. She had a lovely West Country accent and banter flew to and fro. Despite the sun coming out and shining brightly, she kept her cape buttoned with her arms only visible now and then.
She certainly brightened the farmyard that afternoon.
John
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