In a hundred years, there’ll be fifteen thousand million people in the world. Where will they all live? Our towns will be too small for everyone. So people will leave under the sea, or in the air in enormous balloons. The houses will be smaller than ours. And they probably won’t have any windows, because there’ll be nothing to see outside! Where will everyone work? There’ll be a lot of factories, but they’ll be full of machines. What will our food be like? What will people eat sand drink? We can’t be sure. The world will certainly need a lot more food, and it probably won’t taste as good as food today. Perhaps things will be better in a hundred years. But we’ll never know. We won’t be here.
How are you? You’ll probably be surprised to have a letter from you old friend. I’m sorry. I don’t write to you very often, but now I’ve got some interesting news for you. I’m in Ireland at the moment. I’m coming to England on the 22nd and, if all goes well, I’ll be in Brighton on the 25th. I want to talk to you about something. What are you doing next winter? I’m going to sail to Australia in my boat. It’ll be quite difficult and I think I’ll need some help. So I’m looking for another good sailor. Why don’t you come with me? It’ll take about eight months. The boat will be ready towards the end of September. So, if we leave at the beginning of October, we’ll be in Australia next June. Do you want to come? Think about it. I’ll see you on the 25th.
