Torquay Sept 1. 1945.

Dear Mother:

This is definitely the last letter from this side of the Atlantic. I am leaving tomorrow for Greenock [?] to embark on the Empress of Scotland (ex Japan) for Halifax. When I collected my mail this morning I saw a card there for Dick and the postman said he was in Torquay. He must have just arrived. I have a parade this afternoon and a muster parade tomorrow morning so probably won’t see him. If he is very lucky he might catch the Nieuw Amsterdam from Southampton to Quebec on the 5^th and get in about the same time as I. The rest of the West Africans are going on this and I wish I was with them. Doug. Wilson is the only one I know on this ship of mine.

Haven’t been doing much here except wander down town for toast and tea in the mornings, steak suppers at another little restaurant, rowing once in the harbour, visiting Kents Caverns, the odd show (Weekend at the Waldorf was very good), bridge and crosswords.

I have several letters to toss off so this will have to hold till I get home. Be funny if Dick and I arrived on the same train wouldn’t it!

With love from
Tony

[Note: Transcription provided by collection donor.]