Cabrack Lodge, Huntly, N.B. Aug 14 Darling Mother. I'm coming home on Tuesday (18th) and arriving at Darlington 5.15 p.m. It's an amazingly good train if you can meet me at Darlington without too much trouble. Don't forward any more letters - posts are vague.
We had a delightful day on the moors yesterday. Violet and I went out with the shooters. It wasn't very good weather I'll admit, and on the top of the moor we were wrapped in a rainy mist. But I love the wet damp and being properly attired in boots and breeches I didn't get wet above the ankles. Lionel shoots like a picture - it's a pleasure to watch him. And it's such an amusing sort of shooting - grouse not over plentiful, but of course they wouldn't get up in that weather unless forced to do so, when they rose under our very feet. And there were hares and snipe and golden plover - the last so lovely that it (unsportsmanlike) went to my heart to see them dead. And then all the jolly things that grow on the high moors. Father would have loved it.

I've a growing respect for Violet's capacity. She runs all this varied family with unfailing success, and the house goes on greased wheels as if everything needed, except game, were round the next corner.

She and I and Lionel stayed out to lunch yesterday, when the two girls came up and after lunch we went home, rather cold and wet, to a hot bath and (as far as I was concerned) a sound sleep till tea.

Altogether it's being the greatest success and I'm very glad I came. Goodbye dearest - your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.