‘Coppermines House’, Coniston, Lanc
My Dear Joy,
Mam says I have stolen all the thunder-nothing for her to write.
Well love, time marches on and you are well into the fun, I hope, of your holiday. I woke early this morning, about five AM –popped my head out of the window to see a beautiful sunrise. Thought to myself ’Boserth show tomorrow,’ not that we will be going this time. and I promptly jumped back into bed again to doze for another couple of hours.
Yesterday it was real grand to get your bumper account of your exploits and we’ll be keeping it by as you requested. What you had to say kept us all thrilled, interested and amused. I’d have given a whole lot to have seen you working your way up that hill sideways, backwards etc. But looking back down that hill will always be a memory fresh with fun and a merry laugh afterwards. Since we can’t get owt for nowt , it will have been worth the toil and sweat. Sunshine and showers it’s all part of the game and I am sure it will all be one with such a happy crowd, it all read so good that I didn’t see how it could be otherwise. You seem to have met up with other nice people too.
Regarding the invitation to view the etchings .I really don’t know what to say. Possibly if I’d have been a young maiden I should have viewed it with some trepidation on so short an acquaintance and your friends weren’t far off the mark in describing it as one of the oldest ever. Fortunately there were etchings for you to view.
So it seems that you have to work part passage in doing various chores-peeling carrots etc-that has amused us too. We do hope that they did a satisfactory job on Pauline’s hand at the Cockermouth Hospital and that everyone is well, happy shipshape and Bristol fashion, as they say.
Auntie Sylvia ran up this morning to see what we were doing. She had your card with which she was very pleased. From the view on the back it is indeed very beautiful with lovely changing vistas on lake, tarn and fell. All hinges on the weather of course, and I see that your chart hasn’t been so good during the last two days. , but there’s always another day and we hope that you are well favoured for the rest of your holiday.
Except for last Saturday and Sunday we have been singularly fortunate with conditions not at all unpleasant. Monday Uncle Albert took mam and I to Twycross Zoo which was immensely interesting and set in beautiful countryside. Monkeys everywhere and quite a variety of other animals. Uncle Albert took a coloured photo of me holding a huge macaw on my arm. It had lovely blue/black plumage and was very docile. Though big enough to swallow our Pip without a blink and think nothing of it. Yesterday the Ridgeways took mam and I to Amersham in Buckinghamshire to Shirley’s caravan home. The weather was dull all day here but when we arrived at Crick, just outside Rugby, the sun broke through and kept that way nice and warm for the rest of the day. Coming back we stayed a while on the Dunstable Downs to watch the gliders and also to take a look at the animals at nearby Whipsnade Zoo. A rip-roaring ride along the M1 and then we were pulling in for what turned out to be a slap-up supper of chips, fried ham and eggs and then to arrive home in full view of a glorious sunset. Poor old Chris wasn’t so fortunate. He’s been off to see the cricket at Leicester. Leicester had beaten Northants by 4.30 PM and he’s arrived home cold, disconsolate and real mad to be told how we had found the sun.
Today is quite warm and although there is little sun it isn’t far away. Chris and I have been pottering about in the garden and generally browsing around and enjoying the rest. Mam has just retired upstairs for a read and a sleep. As you may expect I have nothing exalting to relate, it’s a very quiet and humdrum season here just now. Chris and I are ringing a quarter-peel on Saturday. It is a rather scratch band but we hope it will be successful.
Well love, I think this will be your dad’s last Lakeside narrative. Here’s our best love and however corny and effusive it may sound, that goes for all your friends too. Dad.
P S I read in the Mail of severe Lake District flooding-n tent and camping equipment being washed away. Hope you weren’t too inconvenienced.