Rose at 5. Windy ―but it cleared. Kindly Murray would get eggs ― &c. & so, by 6, Dickenson, who had come by 5.30, amiably offering to lionize me about the Island all day ― set off with me.
Through the ascending road ― ever below the long thin armed thin=leaved Olives: ― past little groups [sic] of houses half hidden ― & many churches, ― & thus to ˆ[beyond] Α. Καραλάμπος to a view of great extent & grandeur. Thence, ―diving into stony pathis & hollows to the village of Boikálika, close below which is a very grand scene of cliffs ― something like the chalk front rocks of Beachy Head, only at the end of a bay. [From Ρωμῆτι D. & I saw a brig going near the rocks ― & it was soon behind them. 2 hours later we heard she had gone down.]
Hither come seals, but very shy ― dwelling in caves. ― At 9 we came down to the shore by zigzags ― a fountain ― (ὀνομάζεται ὁ τόπος οὒτος “Ρωμήτι” ―) where were quiet timid Παξιότισσαι ― washing ―[.] Here Dickinson & I lunched on eggs ― bread & wine in the shade, by the Tank, (These Tanks are the great boons of Paxõ, wh. is very destitute of water, ―below the great pale tawny & white cliff ― high lowering over the grape=purple water, beneath which are spots of dazzling emerald blue & white, & scattered rocks. Far from on high descends a vast buttress of rock ˇ[from] the blue sky ―― covered with innumerable patches of shrub, clothing the cliff or leaving its wrinkled bare gray sides open ― down to the dark mottled water. At 10.15. we left, not without the women begging that the road might be mended (in a place fallen through,) & a roof put on the tank against heat or rain. Goats & Kids, bleat from the high cliff crags, & as we gu up the opposite side of the hill, innumerable groups of pin=like little cyplesses are scattered among the dry gray rox, the only vegetable being the tufts of Πρινάρι κ Σχίνος, & higher up, scattered olives.
Along a village called Γραμματικάικα, & up to a stony point whence all Corfu is seen ― all the well known hills from Salvador to Capo Bianco. ― Drew calmly till 12, & left, very pleasant. A little farther to the caves of Γραμματικὸ, which we looked down on dizzily from the edge of the cliffs where we stood: ― a most awful precipice! ― wrinkled ― huge ― formless ― thousand shelved & ledged ― scattered shrubs on its Titan sides. Column furrow channels ot its base ― from the powdered summit beyond ― to the far wide hepatica coloured deep blue sea, darkening into black below the cliffs, & black green near the strange opening of the Seal cave. Beyond, far down, in the long rock, where in summer the seals sport.
Off at 12.35 ― (cottages, beautifully built with natural squared stones,) & down by similar stony-step lanes, to the Cathedral of the Island ― Παπαδῆ Γραμματιαΐκα: ― a very beautiful Campanile & roof gleaming thro’ the trees. Foreground of Fern & Squills. Far off is Parga, & a part of Suli plainly seen. Amiable Dickenson sat quietly watching my sketch [Cypresses without end may be added to the Cathedral Drawing.] to be finished, & at 2.30 ― we passed on.
At 3 ― 3.30 ― we reached Fontana, but I could not draw anything there, tho’ it is one of the largest villages ― so bewildered are the houses by olives. We met the Bishop ― a rustic man. Then we walked by beautiful rugged paths, overlooking the channel & Albanian hills, & by 4 were at Καραλάμπος church, above which I drew again till 5. By 6, we reached Γάιο ― a very happy day. But it was very chilly ― nay ― cold. At 6.30 ― Murray called out “never mind the white tie!” ―― so I went to dinner; where also was Dickensons[.]
Capital good dinner ― & afterwards smoking & cup, but moderately. Bed at 9.30 ― weary rather, & with indigestion.
 Added at the end of the entry.
 The name of this place is “Romiti” (NB).
 Women of Paxos (NB).
 kermes oak and sedges (NB).
 Bell tower.
 Added in a blank space in the previous page for 5 April.
 The church of St Charalampus (NB).
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]