Dear Sir,
Blast it all - It's that young Bobby Toogood that has been back on my land again, snooping about in the ancestoral swallets.
Him and that pall of his, Durmann I think his name is, they were always babbling on about how there was a cave system under sixty-acre plantation. Put it all down to the usual twaddle at the time, but seems the rogues were right after all.
I've had to get a couple of my best men to turf them off the property quite a few times in the last month.
My second-best stable-lad spotted them last thursday week and gave chase - Toogood bounded off across the fields, like he does, but Durmann was sitting on the fence - so the lad pulled him off.
Confiscated a bally load of gash 11mm static off them only the other week - 400 metres of the stuff. Of course, that was what gave them away in the first place - stinking of creosote; hounds will be off the fox for months now. Lady W is furious and who can blame her?
You can tell that young Toogod from me - he was a wrong-un then, and he's a wrong-un now. I've got my eye on him; and his pal Durmann - "I' did the first ascent of the Fruhstuckhorn" indeed - twaddle the lot of it
Anyway - come the weekend none of you will get back in; the gates will be back from the gold-leafers on friday and then we'll see who's laughing.
yours etc.
Whatwotleigh