[Kingston, Ont.]
Sunday p.m. [8 July 1951]

Vi Dear:

I suppose by now (4 p.m.) you and Claire are starting on your homeward journey. I am keen to know how you got along. What were the roads like? Were the mosquitoes bad? Did you take along with you the insect repellant and the Fly Tox? Did you need hot water bottles at night and so on and so on?

I have spent all this day in the house working away, partly at the CPR, and partly at tomorrow's lecture. In a few minutes I shall be taking the bus out to the Club for a retreat under the shady trees followed by dinner. Then at 8:30 I am going to Grant Hall to hear Principal Wallace give the opening address to the students and so to bed.

The registration is almost the same as last year, perhaps a little less. Apart from myself the English staff is made up of Queen's instructors. Alexander is away at Dalhousie, his wife is in England and Peter I haven't located yet.

I am getting my fill of strawberry shortcake every evening and I fear I am increasing my waistline. That will have to be attended to, though after the strawberries come the raspberries and it will take some self-restraint.

The best of love to you and Cakie.

The long narrative poem which he later entitled 'Towards the Last Spike.'

The Cataraqui Golf Club.