Hotel Bellevue Cannes
Sunday April 29th 1866
My dear Henry
I have been a long time answering your letter from Paris but the fact is that I felt so cross at the way you cheated us, after promising to come back, that I was in no mood for writing any thing pleasant. Now that my indignation has had a little time to subside, I will tell you that Cannes is perfectly charming at this moment. Till this morning, (when it has been raining, but is again fine,) we have had very fine weather & many have made several expeditions & pic-nics. On Friday they all went to the Saut du Loup abt 18 miles off beyond Grasse It was beautiful but as this excursion involved starting at ½ p. 8 & a great deal of walking & rough riding on mules up a narrow gorge, I did not join it. Most of the ladies were a good deal knocked up not Ernestine <1> however who is light & strong. The gentlemen were to sleep at Le Bar, a small town in the hills, & return only yesterday evening. As I was left behind I took a boat & enjoyed myself extremely sketching among the old cloisters of the Isle St Honorat.
I am glad you enjoyed your visit to Nice & the Alps. It must have brought back many old Souvenirs of past happy days. We are now seriously turning our thoughts towards home tho I cant say how sorry I am to leave the South. Ernestine & I went one day to Nice, & slept there, returning here the next day. Like you, we started off directly to Ville Franca thence by boat round the light house Point to St Hospice lovely! Thence by another boat across the little bay to a landing where there was a flight of rough steps & a low wall, over which hung luxuriant Geraniums with such a blaze of scarlet flowers, that ones eyes were quite dazzled. From thence we visited the famous Olive tree 48 ft round the base & 25 ft above the ground. We recrossed the bay of Villefrance by moonlight & reached Nice at 8 oclock.
Post going good bye. Write to Paris Hotel Westminster Rue de la Vaix or London 21 Chesham Place S. W.
I believe we start on Wednesday
Notes:
1. Ernestine Emma Horatia Edgcumbe (1843-1925), WHFTs niece.