Dearest Marie

Thank you so much for my birthday card

It was so thoughtful of you

As you are aware

I have been working

In Southern Germany

(my day job)

For some reason

It was very cold

Even the locals commented on this

I could not have chosen a less bleak site

It was a nice hotel but I was lonely

Were we really on that happy beach

Only a season ago

From the title of this message

You might think that I was consumed

With lust

I was consumed with lust

A lust for our time on the beach

A lust for the thoughtful months

Are you still spending time

On the local beaches

(I follow your temperatures)

It is neither warm or cold here

The vacancy of the grey skies

Often inhibit my summer thoughts

Sometimes as much as to doubt them

Please will you send some more photographs

They bring back such happy memories

I look forward to seeing you again

It is to be in Paris but nothing is confirmed

Real life can be so restricting

But it pays well as because of this I write

My next book seems so far away

What I would give to be a full time writer

I have already chosen its title

Which I will reveal later

As I might change my mind

I would enjoy a likeness

Of your tattoo on its cover

Which I think would encourage sales

Image going into a station bookshop

With your remotest part bright on its cover

What fun that would be

A humour shared by cousins


Till we next meet

All happiness to you



Guy x