September 3, 1908 KITEBROOK,
MORETON-IN-MARSH.
My dearest Robin,
We are still having the most delightful weather. It rains for twenty minutes and is fine for five and has blown a hurricane for the last ten days! I went up to the Club on Tuesday and took a girl who was staying here and the only people we found there were Cicely Spencer and Miss Kempthorne, so we had an exciting afternoon. We got in six setts between the showers. The members of the committee turned up about tea-time for a meeting, but they were all bundled up in great coats and refused to play with us. They are trying to get a piece of the recreation ground to make three more courts, as the club is so crowded now. They also talk about a new pavilion. Altogether it is to cost about £150 and weird and wonderful are the suggestions as to how it can be raised. They are going to start by asking people to subscribe and, I should think, ought to get most of it that way.
Norah had a novel tournament the other day, a progressive one. She had eight people and everybody played once with everybody else. It was rather successful, as several were very even and we could not tell who would win until the last sett. Norah won it herself and Rita Bryant was second.
We defeated the Bourton-on-the-Water ladies at cricket last week in a most thrilling match. They went in first and made 77 and we made 108 in the second innings. They made 134 for two wickets and declared, leaving us to make 104 in 65 minutes, which feat we accomplished with five minutes and seven wickets to spare. Francie just patted a few over the boundary and made 60 in no time!
On Monday we have another match against the small boys of the neighbourhood. I hope the weather will have improved a bit, as it feels more like hockey today.
The Heythrop have begun cubbing, I believe, but they are not advertising yet.
Geoff is now camping out at Pirbright. He must be having a jolly time this weather. He is beginning to regret having made up his mind to try for the army. I expect he will have some other idea now. I met Daphne in Stow the other day. They were staying a night on their way from Devonshire to Scarborough, I think she said. They seem to be doing a motor tour.
I don’t at all approve of your new plan of only writing to me once a fortnight. If you keep it up I shall adopt it too to pay you out. I would rather have half a letter each week, please, just so that I may know you haven’t got lost anywhere.
I saw some lovely photographs of the Selkirk Mountains in a paper the other day. I expect I shall want to climb them. They look nearly as nice as the Swiss ones.
Reggie and I have got to dine and bridge with the Richardsons tomorrow, much against our wills. Why can’t they ask people who enjoy that form of entertainment! The Wittses go to Guiting the end of this month, and the Littles have taken Fosse Cottage, I believe. They won’t be very interesting people to have there. What worries me most is that I shall no longer get my tea on hockey days before my drive home!
Well, I ought to be making pin-cushions and pen-wipers for my grandma’s bazaar instead of wasting my time writing to a person who won’t write to me.
So with much love,
Yours ever,
Kathleen