Lilledal, Sundalsören Norway 4th July, 1907.
I send my love to you from this wonderful new world, it is like being Eternal for one instant, as you come into the heart of the great mountains and look and look. It is so solemn one can hardly admire, and one finds oneself building an altar in spirit--and then by degrees kind every day comes in.
Would that you were preparing to go out fishing with Hester. You must bring her some year. Your holiday would be twice as long, for one goes to bed quite fresh at midnight, and gets up again quite brisk, and the perpetual daylight instead of bothering as I expected, becomes a sort of alabaster lamp-light-- most healing and soothing. Hester is writing hard as well one may, when it takes a week for a letter to reach. Please write back here the very moment you get this, for we leave on the 18th., which is just a fortnight off, and I think we shall give up Trondjem and return to Bergen, the birthplace of Ibsen and of Lady Ritchie!
Yesterday we floated in the Viking life-boat. Next week Annie Cole1 arrives, and, I hope, Miss Vivian. We took a little private steamer and came straight here, instead of zigzagging up the fjörd in the public boat all day in the pouring rain. But though it rains it doesn't get into one's throat, and we arrived quite dry at the landing. Our journey after leaving the steamer was the most adventurous of all, it was so rough the boat couldn't land. Then a cart came out for us, and finally we walked up a fragrant hillside and arrived at a fragrant wooden châlet, with wood fires in deep stone chimneys, and comfortable chairs, and a dining room decorated with ornamental fish and old Norwegian cups, and the most exquisite dinner,
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