Letter from Edward Thomas to the poet Gordon Bottomley. Sent from Wick Green, Petersfield, Hampshire. Archival ref: 424/1/1/1/10/184
Wick Green, Petersfield. 27.vi.13
My dear Emily, I am so sorry to hear about Gordon, especially if perhaps it might have been a shade of satisfaction for me to be there. But it is more likely he would have been vexing at his uselessness. I hope he is better. Down here at least it is the finest weather still, the nth week as it seems since there was rain. My the wind will keep rustling the beech trees as if it meant rain. I have been getting about a little and am well enough - my I can't come to you at least not yet, because we may be moving next week.
I am wondering now if late August might be a good time for you. Helen is to be away, the children most likely distributed. If I can get Mervyn away then I shall be free and could probably come to you. I am sorry still for my telegram. However it shant rob me of my visit, though I am afraid it has robbed me for a time of Mr Grudgan's company. Here are at last are the two books, and I am sorry '[illegible]' is rushed both by the publisher and by me. With our love to you both, ever yours, Edward Thomas.