A handwritten letter from Pattie Boyd to Eric Clapton, the original envelope addressed to Paradise Island, Nassau - Bahamas, and postmarked from Ewhurst, Surrey, 1976, the letter in blue ink on two sheets of white notepaper, Pattie writes with general news, noting that she feels wonderful, positing ...it could have something to do with abstaining from alcohol + tobacco since you left, sends love from the pets Weddie + Eillow mark and biouw [sic] to you, reveals her insecurities I hope you are behaving yourself - cripes, I do miss you old bean, and states her opinion that record producer Tom Dowd is making a mistake about Donny and Ton., affixing a couple of humorous newspaper clippings; together with three postcards sent from Pattie Boyd to her mother during travels with Clapton, the first from Brazil, 17 January 1975, agreeing that it's a very gay place - love Pattie + Eric, the second from Potts Point, NSW, Australia, 23 April 1975, reporting on the kangaroos and koala bears, and the third from the Bahamas, 3 February 1976, after undergoing an appendix operation

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Pattie Boyd: In April 1975 Eric was advised to leave the country for a year for tax reasons, so we went to the house of my friend Sam Clapp, on Paradise Island in the Bahamas... It was everything the island’s name implied... We had a lot of visitors, including Ronnie and Krissie Wood, and Mick Jagger... One morning I woke with a searing pain in my tummy... The doctor diagnosed acute appendicitis. He wanted to operate immediately because he was afraid my appendix might burst... eventually I had it done, and all was well. Life on the island was idyllic - every day was another perfect day in paradise, and at night we would walk on the beach, our feet kicking up tiny phosphorescent fish that sparkled in the moonlight. I could have stayed forever, but Eric hadn’t wanted to go in the first place and, with his creative personality, developed island fever. He was drinking heavily and wrote a song during that time called “Black Summer Rain.” I couldn’t understand how he had come up with such a dark title in such an idyllic place. A tour of New Zealand, Australia, and Japan came as a welcome diversion for him.

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