Staffordshire gardener finds 70-year-old letter under tree in Wolverhampton garden
"I was trimming the tree and tidying it up and I just thought it was a bit of rubbish," Elshaw, from Bishop's Wood, Staffordshire, added."I couldn't believe it was an envelope and a letter that was 70 years old."I was amazed.... It's a once in a lifetime find I think and I'd be interested to see if there's anything else we can find out about it."The typed letter is dated 21 January 1995 with the letterhead of Ashleigh Court in Torquay and sent to a JR Gwilt Esquire of Stafford Road, Wolverhampton.Seemingly responding to an inquiry by Mr Gwilt about a possible booking, the letter stated rooms were charged at six, seven and seven-and-half guineas per person for a week, including meals."The rooms vary in size and position of course, but all are attractive and comfortable," the letter read.BBC News contacted a hotel of the same name but spelt slightly differently in the town, but the owner said it was not from his hotel, believing it to be from another of the same name in Torquay that shut several years ago."It's a bizarre find given it's age and that it was just under a tree where I was clearing and has no connection to the house. It's pretty unexplainable currently."
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