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Two letters and Photographs 
from Colin in Daltote on Holiday

Friday

My Darling Mary

We are getting on nicely so far and have been lucky with the weather. Yesterday started off cloudy but we went to the Fairy Isles and just as we started our bath the sun came out and the rest of the day was lovely. Arnoldís lot arrived rather late and the children got in a frightful mess in the mud. After dinner the Dr. and I cycled slowly to Kilmory. It was glorious dead calm and a most perfect sunset over Jura. We did not get back until nearly eleven oíclock. This morning the weather started off well and it has been perfect all day. Really hot and only a slight breeze. We went to Kilmory all in the boat. The bath was a bit fresh but I have known it colder. There was another large party of about 20 there, they came in a motor boat. So we had to go to the far side of the bay which I think is the nicest side. You get a good view across to Jura. On the way back we stopped at the rocks at the end of the Daltote wood ( where we often bathed ) and had a lovely bathe. Ė quite warm. I do wish you were here too. It would be much nicer. There is no one to go out for strolls except the Dr. and he always goes on his bicycle. Wee Noll is not a very inspiring companion. He is just the same as ever; makes the same fatuous remarks. He is also a bad bed fellow. I would much rather have you.

I am writing this on the hill a little way above the house. The sun is just setting behind Jura which is a glorious purple colour. The midges are getting busy.

I donít know how Betsy gets through the day She will only take half a sandwich and a cup of tea for lunch. She had a tummy ache at dinner and in the midst of her tears sobbed out that it was what Tinny called windy spasms. She was very upset when they laughed.

It was nice seeing Willy and Rosie. They left today. The baby is alright but not nearly as far on as Paul was at 16 months, in fact seemed to me rather dull. Willy is very taken up with her. The flowers are very late this year. The loosestrife is only just beginning to flower. There are a lot of foxgloves very deep in colour and lots of honeysuckle.

The place is overrun with rabbits. I never saw so many in my life before.

I do hope the weather keeps fairly decent. It will be frightfully dull if we have to stay in the house all the time.

Love to Michael and Paul and lots and lots of kisses to you sweetheart.

Tuesday

My darling Mary

You are a very naughty girl about writing. You said you would write twice a week and so far I have had only one letter from you. I suppose the children must be worrying you

I was pleased getting Michaelís letter yesterday though I could not decipher the part of it between the news about going on the Mary Blake and his I LUV.

The weather has broken today but we managed to get a picnic in. We have been lucky with the weather. It has been quite dry and warm until today. As far as we can make out from the papers it is about the only part of the country which has been fine.

We have been to all the old places. Sat. we went to the mill Sunday morning the Dr and I cycled round past Kilmory to the sandy Bay on Loch Killisport. After dinner everyone slept and we took supper to Taynish. The garden of the house was lovely. We got back about 9pm and about 10 started for the Fairy Isles for a moonlight Cruise. It was full moon and perfectly still and altogether lovely. Yesterday we went to Castle Sween. Polly Harry and Basil came to Arnoldís on Friday. You would have laughed to see P.H. and Bass battling together like a pair of skittish young flappers.

By the way my train should get into St. Pancras about 6.30 or 7.00 am on Sat. so I ought to be home in time for breakfast.

I donít think much of the Helpmate by May Sinclair I donít know if you remember it. I shall be glad to get back. Not that I havenít enjoyed myself but I hate being away from you.

Fondest love Colly.

The Helpmate by May Sinclair Ė a book published in 1907