2110-4-2-1

Pen Rose, Berkhamsted.

Sep 9 1922

Dear John

The day your letter reached me I was just coming back from doing what you specially bade me do - the head waters at Fruid and the Gameshope Loch and Burn. I liked them very much indeed. But my best day of all was up Polmood, across the sources of Stanhope over Cramalt Craig and down the length of Manor Water to Posso and over a moor track to Stobo and so home by Tweed. I'm regularly in love with the country and have made plenty of friends in it too, friends of yours nearly all. Humphry fishes very hard

though not so successfully as your John. Janet fishes too and Mary reads Shakespeare on the heather while they fish. We are all very happy and the weather splendid. No one has been drunk in the hotel while we have been here; the general opinion is that we have brought good luck in that matter. Indeed I think the hotel comfortable, and the food good and the charges moderate This shooting party is here including the nice man Neville - also the Winram 'artist' family; the conjuror has been teaching Humphry the real art of fishing. We dined with the Milligans at Colmood yesterday.

Well yesterday I went down to tea with your mother and sister and there were your children too - John at the trout and all, one jollier than another. I had a grand time; and now I know your mother I feel I know a big piece more of you and your life. She was very kind to me, and I admired her immensely. The tale of the stag that fell 1500 ft will need telling when we meet. The general opinion is that it will do nicely

for your next book. I want to hear all about it. I'm glad your having a great holiday and fit to do such feats still in the walking line.

Give my love to Susan. I'm so glad you struck this weather together in the highlands.

Yours ever,

George Trevelyan