*gate, which is about as bracing a spot as any in the three kingdoms. To go straight to the sea might set up my rheumatism again, if indeed it is suppressed; there is no sign yet of that desiderandum. . . .
It is necessary to insert my letter of 30. 7. 17
in order to explain Teixeira's reply to it.
I went home for the week-end, I wrote, and travelled up this morning with C. H. C. has a new and most amusing game. It consists of inviting people to stay with him for the week-end and encouraging them to bathe in the river Thames and only disclosing, when the damage has been done, that the bed of that ancient river is richly studded with broken bottles. There was a small boy in the carriage with one badly injured foot as a result of C.'s pleasantry. I did a conspicuous St. Christopher stunt and carried the boy on my shoulders the entire length of the arrival platform at Paddington. . . .
I, Teixeira answers, 30. 7. 17, once carried
Willie Crosthwait, then aged 14, the whole
length of the Euston departure platform. That
beats you (and perhaps caused the best part of my
present troubles). He is now an army chaplain;
and I sit moaning at Harrogate.
