[c/o Lady Adam Smith, Barcaldine Castle, Connel]
There is just time for one more letter, I think, to thank you for your long and delightfully descriptive letter about Barcaldine. It is much more romantic than I had supposed, and seems to give you a first impression of the Highlands as they really are, not as a camping ground for holiday Sassenach. I am sorry about the one fly in the ointment, but trust that you have got it under gentle control; and it was not wholly unexpected.
TheFabers, the1939 summer holiday with;e5 weather has continued fine here, andappearance (TSE's)lobster-skinned;a9 another day on the beach (usually a different beach every time) has turned me a rosy lobster colour. It will be hard to return to the irksome discipline of clothing, though we do dress for dinner. Not so much nudism to-day: we are all too burnt, and this afternoon I expect to don whites for the Peterwell Tennis Club, play in a duffers’ doubles with Enid, Miss Davies and Mr. Parry – the last two are well on in their 60s. Thedogsspaniel;d1belonging to the Fabers;a1 Fabers’ spaniel turned up again, suffering apparently only from a sprained leg, and is limping about on three legs. I was pleased to get a Pixture in your last letter, and wish that I had time to reply in kind, but I have a manuscript to look at, and then will be called to the bathing pool. Itravels, trips and plansEH's 1939 England visit;d5TSE's 22–30 August Campden visit;a8 look forward to Tuesday morning, and another week to add to the increasing collection of lovely memories.
What a good letter writer you are!