Cabrack Lodge, Huntly, N.B. Aug 12 Darling Mother. I don't think I shall be the good correspondent, for one is out of doors most of the day and after a prolonged tea I generally feel inclined to be somnolent till dinner. It's a delicious place, the wild flowers so lovely and the air like wine. And Violet is the best of hostesses as I felt sure she would be. My train was half an hour late at York - I spent some of the time conversing with Geoffrey who was waiting for his train. I found my sleeper - how much better sleepers are in England than on the continent! - and was very comfortable. Tom met me and his ex-Colonel (one Bailey). After lunch we all went out shooting snipe - Tom, Col. B., Beryl and I. It was delightful, and lots of snipes. Tom's a capital shot. Not so Col. B, but he's a cheerful fellow. I like him. Today James Dugdale (son of Lady Eva), arrived, also a Lawson girl, granddaughter of Mrs Hunter. Both of them attractive young people. It rained in torrents and blew like hurricanes, so we didn't go out with them, but after lunch Violet and [sic] motored up the trout stream and came back by a seductive path through birches and over moors. Lionel, poor dear, wasn't over pleased for their bag was only 24 grouse, with snipe and odds and ends. But I don't think he could expect to do much, for thought [sic] was sunny and delightful in the afternoon there was still a very high wind. As for me, Violet said that as we couldn't go out I was not to be wakened and I slept blissfully till 10.30.
I have a letter from Bill Adams saying he wants to motor over with his family. I have replyed [sic] that I'm here and will settle a day when I come back.

I feel certain that this is doing me an immense amount of good and Violet, bless her, looks after me as if I were a brittle object! Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.

I wish Father were here. He would love it so.