Dear Mother,
I've had a very good summer so far. I spent lots of time riding around the countryside with my riding tutor, and we often went to the cliffs to see down to the fjord. I like looking out at the ocean.
I'm not as good at fencing, but I'm practicing. It doesn't seem quite as fun as pretend sword fighting, and the tutor is very strict about it.
Inga's birthday is next week. She'll be five, and Father says he supposes she should have a governess soon, but she's already reading my books.
I miss you.
Love,
Lars