22 May 1921

22 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

My precious Bogey
I am rather conscious that my letters have fallen off just these last days. Especially so, since this evening I have read yours written at Oxford on Thursday. You know how it is when just the letter you get is the letter you would love to get? That was my experience with this one of yours, my darling. I dipped into that remote Oxford & discovered you there: I heard that click of the cricket ball, & I saw the trees & grass. I was with you, standing by you - not saying anything — but happy.
I love you with my whole heart, Bogey.
The reason why I havent written is I am fighting a kind of Swiss chill. It will go off. Dont please give it another thought. Ive got a tremendous equipment of weapons.
All day, in the sun, the men have been working in the vineyards. They have been hoeing between the vines & then an old man has been dusting certain rows with powder out of a Giant pepper pot. The heat has been terrific. The men have worn nothing but cotton trousers. Their bodies are tanned almost red brown - a very beautiful colour. And every now & then they stop work, lean on their pick, breathe deeply — look round. I feel I have been watching them for hundreds of years.
[To John Middleton Murry in Collected Letters, 21 May.]