THE LETTERS OF RALPH VAUGHAN WILLIAMS

Sunday [26 June 1898]

Dear V.H.

I suddenly find that I don’t know what address to write to – so I am sending this to Goldhawk and asking them to forward it.¹
I hope though that you have been forwarded all right – I wish I was by the sea and bathing today – I had three services today – one a most disgusting function called a flower service at which smirking, smug, self-conscious little girls brought dirty little bunches of flowers and deposited them on dinner trays after which they were arranged neatly around the altar.
Yesterday afternoon we we² went to Kew by steamer, lay about on the grass and came back by tram and bus (past the classic haunts of M^r Burn, which reminds me that I took my bicycle to him yesterday but he was out – so I left it with a letter).
How’s your suite?³ Shall you be able to teach your landlady to write from dictation or can you sing it into a gramophone? Isn’t Lincolnshire beautiful – you must go to Taylethorpe & Boston & Lincoln if you have time.
Yours

R.V.W.

1. Holst was presumably on tour with the Carl Rosa Opera Company.
2. sic.
3. Suite in G minor for string orchestra, H41.