I'll raise you some Robert Burns for your John Donne. "My heart's in the Highlands. My heart is not here. My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer." Or it would be, if it wasn't on the battlefield with you.

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I'll raise you some Robert Burns for your John Donne. "My heart's in the Highlands. My heart is not here. My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer." Or it would be, if it wasn't on the battlefield with you.
Well, things are different now. We're turning the tide of public opinion in our favor with our war work. I'm very proud of the work we do. I just hope that one day, like many of the highly educated women involved, that I'll be admitted to university and eventually earn a degree. They're never going to award women a degree, surely. The first matriculated female undergraduates at a British university were the Edinburgh Seven, 1869. Yes, they may not have been permitted to graduate– I knew it. –but there have been many since-remarkable women.
Dear Lieutenant Beauchamp, you asked a difficult question, to which there is no easy answer, but I feel compelled to reply. My name is Julia Moriston, and like you, I often wonder why. Why must we live through this abominable war? I do not know. But the naturalist in me finds comfort in the arms of Mother Nature. Nature always finds a way. I'm reminded of the raindrop– never too small or insignificant to make a difference, beautifully volatile, evaporating, falling as precipitation, joining the rivers until it becomes the ocean. There is a certain alchemy to it. We, too, are shaped and changed by our suffering until we are strong enough, like water, to carve our way through rock. I've known suffering and grief. When my parents died, I was determined to carry on doing what I knew would make them proud. I paused my studies to make my own small contribution to the war effort. So I know what it is to feel alone and to ask why. When all else fails… take a deep breath and remember England is still here. Do not give up, Lieutenant. And if you need to confide in someone, you may write back to me. And, perhaps boldly, I shall expect a reply.
HERMIONE CORFIELD as JULIA MORISTON BEAUCHAMP in OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD | S.W.A.K (SEALED WITH A KISS)
OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ⇢ 1x02 | S.W.A.K (SEALED WITH A KISS)
My dearest Henry, my last memory with you was at the circle of stones. There was a deafening sound, like an angry swarm of bees, and then you were gone. Or perhaps I was. Perhaps I am dead. Perhaps I've lost my mind. Have I fallen through the looking glass?
Hermione Corfield for Autumn/Winter 2014/2015 Campaign
Hermione Corfield photographed by Steve Read.