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Cheers form finland
I hope you are all right as I have waited over a week for an answer. I am getting on all right up to present, rowing all day today, quite a pleasant trip all round Plymouth. Tell the lads that one of Watkinses Tugs was laying in the Sound today. I tell you there are worse women in this town than in London. I am out three times a week in town taking young ladies out in the country. I should like to hear from the lads. There is plenty of amusements to be found in Plymouth. there is swimming that will be against me, but none the more for me, I have had a go in the sea, but having done nought a present for it will not tell on me till next year this time, so I have plenty of time to pick up the course that is 100 yards in rough water, 50 yds each way and float three minutes in water with a pair of trousers on and a jersey. So will conclude with fondest love and best wishes to all at home, hoping to hear from you, your loving butt-lad and moustache-man.
Winifred.