‘Borrow House’, Borrowdale, Derwentwater, Keswick.
Just a short and last one. It has been really grand to get your letters and we have devoured them. Sorry that the weather hasn’t been all that we desire, but I am sure that it hasn’t put you off the fun of the holiday and that other delights have more than compensated for all the soakings . It was pleasing to read of the wonderfully fine hospitality you received at isolated and lonely farmhouses. No! by and large it hasn’t been one of the best regally disposed weather holidays. Almost everywhere people have tales to tell of heavy showers, overcast skies and cold. Brenda Pickering writes of a rain –soaked Devon coast. They have moved, in all, to four resorts with the same result and were moving to north Devon to try and escape. Yesterday (Friday) was a lovely sunny day here and I actually enjoyed a deck chair on the lawn for a while. Today, however, is not so good and we awoke to heavy showers. It is much warmer now thank goodness and now more settled.
Mam went off at twelve o’clock to Leicester with Auntie Sylvia–it doesn’t seem too safe to venture on an outing. Although mam left everything prepared Chris made an excellent chef and we have enjoyed an excellent dinner of sausages, potatoes, dwarf beans and mint sauce with summer pudding and ice cream to finish. We had huge mushrooms for breakfast that mam and Chris bought in Leicester yesterday. They were shopping and I put in a little gardening. I’m trying my hand again at growing mushrooms and I’m hoping for results this time.
Our tomatoes are now ripening nicely and we have gathered about two pounds of a lovely flavour. Chris’s marrows are reaching huge proportions and look like great hippos in a mangrove swamp. Sorry to hear about your cut finger and hope that it is clearing up by now. Your descriptions of your exploits messing about in the hostels had us amused.-cards with the boys. ‘Oh Hell’ you have had a time of it.
And now , as you say, you are almost broke. I remember when I was like that myself when I was a lad at Blackpool once. But with home once more within sight we hope you can ‘jug’ in for that short while. We’re all dying to see you once again and to hear what you have to tell.
You say you are due in at 4.15 PM Tuesday at Nuneaton . If you find you’d like me to meet you to give you a hand I’d only be too pleased to be over. So, if you feel that way you’ve only to ring Auntie Ethel and that would be that.
Meantime, here’s all our love as ever was. Dad