Royal Flying Corps,
Scampton,
Lincoln.
Aug 21, 1917

Dear Dad.

Just a month ago to-day that I left Toronto. Seems a lot longer than that. Have been here just a week now and have not been up yet. When I was in London I had one letter from you but have not had any since Suppose however that the mail has been delayed.

While in London I wrote to Wib[?] and to Staff care of the R.N.A.S.P.O.[?]. I think I told you I had heard from Staff. Yesterday I got a letter from Wib and where do you think he is? In the hospital in Lincoln with typhoid. I have not been able to go own to town since I heard from him but shall do so soon.

I am enclosing some snaps that Esther took while I was in Sidcups.

Will you tell Fern that if she sends me a parcel to send along a hard. All that I have done to-day is a little practice shooting on a Vickers Gun.

How is the weather over there? This certainly is a miserable part of the country in so far as flying is concerned. Looks like rain all the time but it seldom does actually rain.

Love to all

Gord