Letter to a dying friend
At a recent evening at London’s Hurlingham Club, letters from my father, Roger Mortimer (1909-91), to me in my wastrel youth were dramatised. The bestselling collection of letters, Dear Lupin, was published in 2012.
When I arrived at the club, a kind lady gave me a letter I hadn’t seen before. It was to my father’s close friend John Pope, following a bad fall as Field Master with the Beaufort Hunt at Chavenage in October 1978.
Very sadly, this was a letter John was never going to read as he died from his injuries the next day. John and his charismatic
