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8 mile walk in my oldest clothes
and got drenched to the marrow-bone. The
Veld looked and smelt exactly like a
Scots moor. All the streams were foaming
torrents. A little trickle which runs near
our house was swollen as big as Lyne
Water, and took me up to my waist
before I got across.

Mother writes in very good spirits.
She has been travelling a lot and seeing
strange beasts. I really think the change
is going to do her a lot of good.

Things are going quietly here for the
moment. H.E.[Lord Milner] only came back from Pretoria
on Thursday – very tired and cross with life.