4 November 1922

La Prieuré, Fontainebleau, Avon

This has been, so far, the most beautiful autumn. Today it was as clear and as dry as Switzerland. I am living here in a large chateau which has been taken and is being run by the Russians. The rooms are most lovely and to the picturesqueness is joined central heating and hot and cold water - most important at this season of the year. I am so longing to have your first letter from New Zealand. Was the Grange looking lovely? What a joy to feel one is turned towards summer again. . . I receive the happiest letters from Jack who is as busy as usual. My ‘busyness' is revealed in my hand writing which, bad at the best of times, is far worse owing to an attack of writers cramp. It is a most annoying complaint because it is so unimportant, and comes ‘off and on' when one least expects it.
I heard from Doctor Sorapure last week. Not the letter I much care for, but an account for my London visits. I can't help feeling that doctors earn their money a great deal more easily than the rest of the world. [To Harold Beauchamp, 2 November 1922.]