Sunday, August 4th addressed to Eskdale Youth Hostel
My Dear Joy,
Had chicken for supper and it was superb. Saved you the roast skin!
Here we are again. I’m trying to keep just ahead of you and with the GPO efficiency I’m hoping to contact you at the Eskdale headquarters. Our thoughts are very much with you on your travels , that the weather is combining to make your trek a very happy one.-though come wet come fire it would, I imagine , be all one with such a jolly crowd. All corny I must admit but as you know you have to make allowances for your dad, he’s such a sentimental cove isn’t he?
The old shack is very quiet for us just now, nothing down the road for us –no big time, and nothing in the future either except one lazy well earned rest.. And considering the weather, there’s no choice about it either. Yesterday [Saturday] was a shocker-heavy continuous rain from early morning and much cooler. Today isn’t much better either with drizzle and overcast skies and the forecast isn’t too illuminating. Still, there’s plenty of time for an improvement and we are hoping. We sit in the front room like the man who lost his wife after he’s eaten a chicken dinner- ‘too full for words’. Here’s Gran Cis and mam …and Chris in the living room churning out pop music.
Not many at church this morning although we had a fine ring on the bells with ten ringers. By the way I’m in the front room seeking sanctuary from the bird sanctuary. Auntie Gwen’s budgie Peter and our Pip are squawking away and about giving me the pip, the little so and sos.
Mam and I have been looking up Midland Red tours but can’t find and likely ones, nothing attractive. Anyway, it all resolves around the weather and if this sample persists you’ll not be getting me very far from Bonny ‘Braeside’ . Still, its early days and there is almost sure to be something turning up.
It seems so long since you and I saw the sun rise together last Wednesday-I saw it for the next two mornings and now it seems to have got last somewhere. We are all looking forward to your next letter telling all your adventures and hope that the marching isn’t too much for you between hostels. I bet you are asleep almost before you touch the pillows. Yesterday mam was at Auntie Sylvia’s. I was going but the rain was too heavy so I stayed at home with just a short call to the local. Oh, by the way, its Bosworth Show on Thursday-some thrill…and if this is a preview I won’t be showing up-oh goodness gracious me, NO!
Best of love and good wishes, regards and happy landings to all of your friends. Dad