They wrote it this week: Who’s best, Kate or Diana? The verdict is in
FREE TO READ | Extracts from diaries and letters written between November 11 and November 17
[Walpole was crossing the Alps] I had brought with me a little black spaniel of King Charles’s breed; but the prettiest, fattest, dearest creature! I had let it out of the chaise for the air, and it was waddling along close to the head of the horses, on the top of the highest Alps, by the side of a wood of firs. There darted out a young wolf, seized poor dear Tory by the throat, and, before we could possibly prevent it, sprung up the side of the rock and carried him off. The postilion jumped off and struck at him with his whip, but in vain. I saw it and screamed, but in vain; for the road was so narrow, that the servants that were behind could not get by the chaise to shoot him. What is the extraordinary part is, that it was but two o’clock and broad sunshine. It was shocking to see anything one loved run away with to so horrid a death...