The name of the village was Butterton. Rev. W. Outram was living here with his wife and children. He was a vicar and son of the famous military Captain, James Outram, who fought during the Great Revolution of India , 1857, on behalf of the British,
Rabindranath expressed, in his essay " Englonder Palligram O Padri", how he was moved on seeing a village in England. He was charmed also on seeing the neatness and cleanliness with which the household was maintained. This he had seen in the house of Dr. Scott while he was in England as a student.
Not only the members of the family of the house where they were, at present, as a guest were very nice and also the maintenance of the household. Rabindranath liked very much. He compared the uncleanliness of the things at Santiniketan with this state of things.This he wrote to Ajit Kumar. He also added,
" I am attaching here with a letter written by Rothenstein which speaks that they have accepted my poems not as poems only, they have taken it as the meaning of a life. This gives me much pleasure.. Keep this letter carefully because it is dearer to me as it is written with utmost care."
Rothenstein was living at that time in another village Stroud at Gloucester Shire. Rabindranath wrote him'
" Kindly write to me if it would be possible for us -- myself and my daughter-in-law -- to get some accommodation somewhere near you, if we start from here by the afternoon train next Saturday 10 Aug? Our host Rev. Mr. Outram has kindly volunteered to accompany us to Birmingham where we have to change. Do you think you can come to Gloucester to guide us to the train that goes to Stroud."
Rothenstein arranged an accommodation for them to stay in a house of a big farmer at Oaridge Lynch. Rabindranath wrote to Mira Devi;
" they are nice gentle men. Mrs. and her daughter is taking us much care. the place is also very beautiful. Only the thing is that weather here is very nasty. There is another problem -- the bathroom is not good; so also its accessories. It is as small as it can be -- it is needless to describe the other facilities which are as pathetic as anything.
Rothenstein wrote;
" It happened that the summer (1912) was one of the rainiest on record.'A traveller always meet with exceptional conditions,' said Tagore, when I apologised for the cold and rain, and the absence of sun. When he should be kept indoors, he must make himself busy with translation of more poems or plays."
