[to his wife, Claire Jordan, as they shelter in a cave with rain pouring down outside
Look at the rain. It's like England. Do you remember when we first arrived in England? And you were expecting to find a country full of green lawns, and stately homes, and tall titled men in tweed suits, making witty remarks and eating cucumber sandwiches, hmm? Remember the first few weeks all we did was sit in the railway hotel and watch the rain, pouring down on Pennington Station... and not a Lord came near...