Friday 16th September 1988
Great to hear from you after such a long time and to know that you are doing OK.
By now you will be at your new address, so I will send this to you there. I suppose I must start by answering some of your interminable questions, so here goes:
1. How's the cottage season, answer, Ok. Still have some people in who come every year. When they leave, the young guy who was in all last winter goes back in again--you know, the one who was a bit weird, but who pays his rent on time.
2. Jack Russells (Tormenting) Yes, from time to time they do torment me for which they get a severe kick up the arse which seems to simmer them down a trifle. I reccommend this remedy for humans too.
3. Hen house and run are completed, and in fact are inhabited by thirty black hens which were delivered at dead of night by Mrs. Clement. "This is the best time to transport hens" apparently. Louis and I had been busy for a week putting up an escape proof fence (we hope) and turning one end of the play hut into a replica Hilton Hotel, roosts, nest boxes etc. So now we have the gentle chucking of hens and the occasional cackle when one or the other manages to lay an egg (eight today).
4. Gaye's caravan: She had to give it a good clean out as we had a party of divers a couple of weeks ago so some of them stayed in it. As yet, she hasn't been home much as she is looking after Rona's bairns (Rona was accepted for art college) and so has a year to do at a college in Glenrothes.
5. Your caravan. No one in it, we are undecided whether or not to make it a shrine, but if the truth were known, we are all scared to go in it as one never knows what malignant monster may have hatched in some of your crap you left behind, so it still lies there unoccuied with the door flapping in the moonlight and the ghosts of bygone americans (Small A) either reading or copulating noisily as the case may be... Oct 3rd 1988
Many thanks for your wonderful letter which gave me great heart just when I was needing it; sometimes John as you know I am cast in the pit of despair, wondering what I am meant to do and if I am doing the right thing--should I sell the damn place and solve all my problems, but some stubborn streak makes me keep holding on. Man I owe thousands of pounds, about sixteen thousand in all. How the hell do I get out of this mess tell me, please do, and yet I still nurture a dream to make this place into somewhere the jobless and homeless wandering about the place could come and get back on their feet. There is some big plan John which, whether I want to or not, will move me in the direction that Power greater than myself wants me to go. I will enclose some information for your perusal, ie Granary Trust layouts etc.
I am going to start things moving now John I feel I have waited long enough. If I keep on waiting for other people to do things for me nothing will ever be achieved. There's the bunk house lying empty; incidentally Louis and I have put a kind of breakfast bar in that rather dark corner, you know, where we used to stow all the rubbish etc. We panelled it in with some wood panel board and boxed in the wee window...It certainly gives a lot more room in the place; we had a party of divers up over the past week-end, and they were delighted. They say they are coming back next year for a week. Place might be something else by then who knows????. Dec 24 1988
Having just received your letter dated Nov 25th 1988 I can only assume it has lain in your hip pocket for nearly a month or that it has come by clipper ship. Never mind, it was good to hear from you again, and to hear of your latest in loves (or lust as the case may be.)
I'm not curious about her for to tell you the truth I do not recollect even hearing of her before, but no doubt I will. I wish tho you would stop all this crap talking of pain of separation etc etc; you are like a spoilt child wanting them all and pouting away if it doesn't all turn out the way you want. You are only a young man sowing his oats, and all this shit and romanticism doesn't wash with me