Sundborn, Sweden, 4 October 1943
My dearest Bertie,
I’ve loved this summer: being right on the lake for the first time, I bathed every day and am still bathing now and hope to go on till the ice prevents. Now there are the most lovely autumn days: it’s like living inside a casket of gold set with sapphires; and every time a bit of the gold forests falls away, more of the sapphire lakes shows through. After four years of drawing water, carrying wood and doing all the housework, I’m so used to it that I hardly notice it at all.
Malleson, Constance [aka O'Niel, Colette], Letter, 4 October 1943