Slept wonderfully well. ― Fine ― & grand clouds. ― Rose at 8. After breakfast ― & toddling about ― wrote several letters. ― & then came one from S.W.C. very nice & kind. Then walked with J.C. to the schools ― & to Mr. Winn’s: very nice people apparently. Map of Lincolnshire ― walk in grounds &c. ― Mrs. J.C. gone out for the day. ― J. & I lunch. Afterwards ― 1.30 ― returned to walk. Meadows ― flat ― canal ― river ― flat, & then up the Wolds, which I call Moab mountains. Wonderfully pretty village, ‘Saxby’ in trees &c. View from top. The Humber. Broad distances ―: walk across wolds; pine avenue exquisite green field, & white sheep with trees & villages & plain & vast ruin certainly one of the very grandest river views I know. ―
Returned to the level, & walked by canal. Canal [Treksk ] boat ― cut thro’ fields. Tumble into ditch of black mud. Home by 6½, having greatly enjoyed the walk. ― J.E.C. is always the same.
The Winns were here at our return. ―
Dined at 7½ ― but John had been called away to a remote christening, so only Pussy & I were there ― but he came in at 8.30. ― Evening short ― we looked over Roberts’ Holy Land. ―
A: … went to a new living & was not aware that the Squire was waited for. “When the wicked man―” began he ― “ye munna go on ―” rose up & spoke the clerk. ― “he hath na come yet! ―”
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]