Hiz gooun had syde sleeuez dooun to midlegge, slit from the shooulder too the hand, & lined with white cotten.

I had rather a sprinkly seat in the bow, but, as we bobbed up and down, I had a good backward look at the town, which, with the ascent of mud in the foreground, looked almost set on a hill.

What fun to be photoed together, / What luck for a break so opportune. / Oh, what a lark / To be posed in the park / Underneath the adolescent crescent of the moon.

a fond farewell