Letter from Edward Thomas to the poet Gordon Bottomley. Address illegible. Archival ref: 424/1/1/1/10/175
Christmas-time, 1912 Friday

My dear Gordon

Thank you. I shall gladly carry the 100 BSL
Latin poems from Gordon Bottomley about with me until
they or I get worn out - I hope my parcel didn't
bring pure gloom to you. If not I will send another
soon. And I will come myself before very long: I can't
quite say when. I hope you are out of bed. Yet what could
you do if you were? The rain up here is incredible.
It is like living before the creation, like the Niflheim that men ultimately emerged from: when will
they come? - We expect Davies today some time
from Wales unless Swansea's defeat of the South
Africans has been too much for him. - I wish I
could hear your hunting "Fleur de Cerf" out of the
woods below us. Goodbye. A great while ago the
world began & still the rain it raineth every day.
With our love to Emily & yourself
Every yours
Edwin thomas