Not a bad place in a way--decent climate, topping scenery, but rather a stodgy crowd in the camps.

One or two decent people, but the majority mid-Victorian, without a blessed notion except the price of mealies, who quarrel about nothing half the time, and talk tuppenny-ha'penny scandal the rest.

Good Lord! I wish we had some of the perishers out here.

But they know which side of the bread the butter is.
Bad time for trade, they say, and every other trader has bought a car since the war.

Of course, there's something to be said for the other side, but what gets my goat is their pettiness.