Dearest Diary,
Again I am writing to you in the morning hours as I have only just awakened at an Inn slightly north of my county of residence. Upon our return in the early hours of yesterday's morning we were advised of the ill health of a most beloved Grandmother. In a matter of hours we were packed again and on our way. This shall make our nightly visits somewhat more difficult, but I promise to keep you abreast of any pertinent news or information. It seems that somewhere along our journey, Grandmother Lindsay has shown signs of improvement. I pray that the urgency is not what it was, but I am eager to be near to her side.
And it has come to pass that the eldest Miss Lindsay shall indeed be leaving the county in a fortnight to in order to take up residence near the vast lakes in the north of the country. I do not wish to see her go, but I am again filled with excitement at the chance of visiting such a region. I am told they receive a tremendous amount of snow each year. We have grown unaccustomed to such weather. It will create such delight I hope.
With any good fortune, I shall see you again on the morrow...
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