Dear Carlisle

Diary - 14th June, 1927

14th June, 1927

Dear Carlisle,

I've already written your letter, but there's much more I wish I could include, however, I do not wish to give you my location just yet. This may worry you, but I do not want you to come for me yet. Although I do believe you will understand why I chose to keep that information to myself. 

Last night and the early hours of this morning made me greatly reconsider my travel, however, I remained unchanged on the dream of exploring the world. But it must be known that some humans, the adults of this world especially, can be quite despicable to one another. I feel the children can be let go on these charges, but the adults are truly cruel creatures. What example are they setting for their young? Those minds are very impressionable as I would know, having had one for all these years. I do not understand how they can spend hours drinking their so-called 'demon drink' and becoming ludicrous in their judgement and actions. It is truly saddening. 

Yet that wasn't the worst part. These adults of the male sex will use their dominance over the young women on these streets. What monster must a person be to use someone so horribly? I know I should not have interfered with this, but I could never stand by and watch as these females suffer under a male's wrath. It is simply immoral, Carlisle. And so I split these pairings up and let them go. It was the least I could do. If this is only one British town, what will other places across this world be like?

Anyway, I've travelled up to London today on a train, and I must say, what an experience! I was quite excited as I boarded, and managed to sit by a window. It was quite crowded, and I had a mother next to me, and I was practically pushed against the wall, but it was still good fun! They travel ever so fast, though I'm sure you know that, you lived later than I did. I wonder if any of our kind reside in London, or if it's too risky for them to. I don't see why they shouldn't, the bustle of this place must keep all the attention away from them. 

I've managed to walk around a fair amount of the city, and it is quite a beauty. We come from a beautiful place, don't we? Well, you do. From the memories of my village, it was not as grand as this city is. You are so lucky to have lived in this city. I'll try and stay for a few days to truly see it all. The Houses of Parliament have gorgeous architecture, and the clock tower, Big Ben as he is called, is rather impressive. Though I must say the people here are... brutish. I imagine they all have places to be and have work to be done, but the way they navigate these streets is fascinating. They push past anyone in their way and walk so fast. Living in our small corner seems so peaceful now I'm in such a loud place. 

Tomorrow I wish to explore more, but for now,

Ever yours,

Edith