I told you Lady T, the Bally fool will have fed it to the pigs or even worse, the natives!
I do hope your Scotch Bonnets survived the battering, glad to hear the sun shone for you and you had a splendid high tea - you'll be pleased to know
@Edwardoka and I thumbed our noses at that bounder Scott's Folly, why the coward even has lifeboats! One must question his priorities!
Pip pip for now good Lady, Your servant Lord Brekenwind
My dear friend,
Alas, poor Wiggins, it turns out he is not the villain in the mystery of the missing cakes... I've just had word from the stables that he has returned with the steed in tow, both limping. It appears they encountered one of these newfangled machines (I believe it is called an auto-mobile) exiting the gates to your estate at a vigorous speed and tearing round the corner without any regard for man or beast. The steed took a fright at the noisy contraption roaring towards it and Wiggins ended up head-first in the hedge, with the horse fleeing in terror. Poor Wiggins was then too uncertain of the reception he might receive, disheveled and covered in mud as he was, and with the parcel having been thrown into the ditch and somewhat flattened and soaked through. So when he managed to extricate the limping horse from a field of cows it had jumped into in its fright, he decided to turn back and they walked through the night.
I am unaware as to the identity of the bounder who was piloting the auto-mobile in such a reckless manner and did not even stop to inquire after Wiggins's health. But I do believe it was a young man, fresh-faced and beardless, and the vehicle was of a bright yellow colour.
Cook has been despatched to the stables with a poultice (for the horse) and a measure of rum (for poor Wiggins).
Oh well, we shall just have to attempt another cake dispatch following our next ladies' outing. This time we shall be sending my Lord T's footman, Cavendish, instead, as Wiggins is too traumatised for a repeat journey just yet.
I do hope you will regale us with a full account of your adventure, my lady friends were agog at your daring to venture forth into deepest darkest Fife and beyond!
Yours,
Lady T