“The farm house is way up on a hill-a beautiful spot. The river Spey runs through the valley just below it, and for miles around you can see the ranges of the Carn Gorm (Cairngorm) mountains. Mrs. Grant was at the door to meet us-such a wonderful little person- friendly and amusing, a delightful small caricature: gracious with the gift of real sincerity. She showed us first our sitting room-a nice comfortable room with a wonderful fire in the hearth. Already I had fallen in love with the place. Our rooms upstairs were lovely-
two tremendously large rooms and one small one at the front of the house. It seemed the windows only framed the view to the front. The tile washstands were classic, and very lovely. However, I’ll take my water hot! Which, by the way, I did; for we had our own bath.
And speaking of this very essential room, I think the bathtub deserves special mention. It was the biggest one I’ve ever seen terrifically deep (speaking in relative terms, of course!) and long enough to lie completely flat. Really a wonderful idea! Too bad most of us are space-savers. And speaking again of essentials, the “W C” was without doubt the coldest object upon which I have ever rested. There was no central heating, and my teeth played a beautiful staccato.
When we went down there were milk and gingerbread waiting for us–real milk-that wonderful cow! It was the first glass I had drunk since leaving the States. Soon afterward we had dinner-scotch broth, fried chicken, brussel sprouts, carrots, two pitchers of milk-and hot gingerbread with cream so thick you had to help it along with a spoon. That alone looked like paradise to us, and it was only the beginning. Fresh eggs (I hadn’t seen one for weeks!), lamb chops, steak, roast duck, more chicken, hot deserts-all in our own dining room. Perhaps you can better understand our deep affection for Lynchurn!
The first afternoon there, we dozed around the fire, had a delicious tea at 4:OO and dinner at 8:OO (by kerosene lantern!) Then we sat around the fire and talked for several hours. It was a wonderful feeling of being completely away and yet closer to the things I consider priceless than I had felt for weeks. We talked of home, of course, and for a few too short days Lynchurn almost became home.”
LAWRENCE C. MCFADDIN