Errr, yippee!The Golden Ticket wrote:Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this Golden Ticket, from Mr William Symington! I shake you warmly by the hand! Tremendous things are in store for you! Many wonderful surprises await you! For now, I do invite you to come to my estates and cellars and be my guest for one whole day you and all others who are lucky enough to find my Golden Tickets. I, William Symington, will conduct you around myself, showing you everything that there is to see, and afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a procession of large trucks. These trucks, I can promise you, will be loaded with enough delicious drinkables to last you and your entire household for many years. If, at any time thereafter, you should run out of supplies, you have only to come back to the factory and show this Golden Ticket, and l shall be happy to refill your cellar with whatever you want. In this way, you will be able to keep yourself supplied with tasty refreshments for the rest of your life. But this is by no means the most exciting thing that will happen on the day of your visit. I am preparing other surprises that are even more marvellous and more fantastic for you and for all my beloved Golden Ticket holders mystic and marvellous surprises that will entrance, delight, intrigue, astonish, and perplex you beyond measure. In your wildest dreams you could not imagine that such things could happen to you! Just wait and see! And now, here are your instructions: the day I have chosen for the visit is the first day in the month of February. On this day, and on no other, you must come to the lodge gates at ten o’clock sharp in the morning. Don’t be late! And you are allowed to bring with you either one or two friends to look after you and to ensure that you don’t get into mischief. One more thing - be certain to have this ticket with you, otherwise you will not be admitted.
(Signed) William Symington.
I might be about to see the long-fabled, and by some thought mythological, blending waterfall (‟Portfall”?) by which the Symingtons make their magic. And the ‟procession of large trucks” also promises well.