Hedrington Hall North Hants Tuesday 18th May 1920 Mr. Goodfellow, Well really! You are too tiresome. Each time I determine to reprimand you, you seek to mollycoddle me. As if I could be pacified with a brace of pheasant, plump as they are. Why, this morning after breakfast, I was quite determined to put on my walking boots and walk the ha-mile between our homes but unfortunately the weather came in all of a sudden and I was forced back to the drawing room. I did take the opportunity to fix my spyglass on you, and was most surprised to see that sunlight appeared to be glinting off your new weathervane, while at Hedrington ducks were afloat in the garden due to the tempest. With regards to your weathervane, it is causing some contention in this house. Susan assures me it is a stork, although Betsy has determined it is a lion. I cannot quite make it out myself despite my long sight but from a certain angle I almost thought it could be… could be… But, what am I writing? I apologise most profusely, I must have lost myself in thought. I am most occupied with estate business this week but please feel free to make yourself known to me at any time between five and six for a glass of cordial. Thank you for the pheasant. They are to be made into a pie, on which I shall dine this evening with a salad of field greens. Yours sincerely, Elspeth Coltsfoot
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