Hind Head Copse, Haslemere, Surrey. Monday. Dearest Mother. I arrived at 5 and found your letter waiting for me. It's a charming little house and they sent a victoria to meet me and I had an enchanting drive up. By the way, I think Father ought to have written to Lady P. rapport à her invitation! I have not yet heard from the Wards, but I expect to go there on Thursday. It was very pleasant at the Stanleys. The Fitzgeralds were a funny element. She is a dull, very dull, but a nice woman. The Stanley family cd not bear her and she rather fell back on me! He's a nice old codger - at least he has seen the world and has interesting stories to tell. They have asked me to come and see them in London, but I don't feel as if my horizon will be much enlarged by them. On Saturday we drove in the afternoon to Romsey where there is a beautiful abbey. As we were coming away we met Mr Evelyn Ashley who invited us to tea. His house, you know, is Broadlands, Palmerston's house and interestingly full of associations. He is very eager about it and showed me Pam's study and all sorts of relics and pictures. There was a large shooting party, mostly of Cassels - Mr Ashley's son married a daughter of Windsor Cassel - it was all amusing. The place is famous for its Cedars and the Test runs under the windows - very charming and English. On Saturday night late Uncle Lyulph came home. On Sunday morning I walked with the Stanleys in the forest and photographed. Eddie and I bicycled over to the Tyrrells to lunch and walked with them in their part of the forest afterwards. It was a wonderfully beautiful afternoon and we walked under pines and beech trees and over heathery[?] spaces[?]. We had tea with them, after which Eddie and Mrs T. bicycled while Mr T. and I walked back to Minstead. After dinner Uncle L. and I and two children played Bridge all the evening. Eddie and Uncle L. came up with me today. Eddie expects to see Lord Cromer on Wed. By the way Uncle Lyulph is certainly better, but he still looks far from right. He is half the size he was, absurdly thin and he looks shockingly unhealthy. Aunt M. [Maisie] says he is much better, but I did feel anxious about him.
I lunched with Mr Chirol and heard all the gossip of the day and came down here at 3.35; a very pleasant day.

It's a most beautiful still evening and now I must dress for dinner.

Is Father going home on Saturday? Ever your affectionate daughter Gertrude

I mean to lunch at 95 on Thursday so a letter there wd catch me. Love to Hugo.