Indeed! Upstairs at KKIA the postal folk had pinned up dozens of letters from total strangers which were a delight to read.
I had somehow ticked the "No hotels but plenty of sand" box on my Granby application, so ended up in a more canvas and guy rope dominated environment. One of the few treats was the mail run with the "blueys" from total strangers. They were mostly thoughtful and comforting, and we were all encouraged to start pen-pal relationships. I couldn't believe some of the troops were writing to these red-hot nymphomaniacs (at least on paper!) who were responding with some orthopedically challenging suggestions requiring lashings of lubricant and safe words, whereas I managed to get delightful 72 year old retired sheep farmer from Derbyshire, who loved to make fruit cakes (not a euphemism!) for her grandchildren. I'm sure it was better for my moral compass, but I still feel like I missed out on part of my education.