TC TO CHARLES REDWOOD ; 4 July 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430704-TC-CR-01; CL 16: 226
TC TO CHARLES REDWOOD
2. Lower Terrace, Clifton Tuesday Morning [4 July 1843]—
My dear Sir,
I yesternight arrived here safe, and am bent now towards Llandough with all my industry. My intelligence about the Welsh Posts and conveyances is none of the best; but I find there is a Steamer for Cardiff daily, which seems to sail on Thursday at a convenient hour, and also that there will probably be time for this Letter to arrive at a due distance before it. For tomorrow (Wednesday) there would not, or there might not; else perhaps I should have preferred Wednesday.— I decide accordingly to sail on Thursday morning, about 11 o'clock (if that, as I dimly gather from the Newspaper Advertisement, do prove to be the hour): the time of our arrival at Cardiff, which is left to the Fates, you can yourself guess at. The Boat's name, I find by the Bristol Mercury, is “Prince of Wales.” You were once hospitable enough to speak of meeting me at Cardiff: this of course would be a great pleasure; nevertheless I will not take you away from any engagement or business you may have; with or without your escort I shall get along; and hope to find myself under your roof at Llandough that same evening.
Today is wet; but in old trowsers and a water-proof blanket coat (Tweed I think they call it) and other uninjurable apparatus, I mean to perambulate Bristol nevertheless: tomorrow, if there be nothing better, I think of sailing up to Chepstow to look at Harry Martin's Dungeon and the other notabilities in that quarter.1
The breath of new hay and green fields for so many hours has, in spite of much injury otherwise, done me good. I beg to be recommended very kindly to your good Mother, whose acquaintance I may hope to make before long.
Yours always truly /