[Friday] August the 25 [1815]
I have returned from town today with Mr. Beamish. I have been spending a week with his mother and sisters. Never did I spend a pleasanter week, although the weather was so unpleasant as to prevent me from going out; but mirth and good humour reigned within, which made up for every other deficiency. It never was known to rain harder than it did for two days; and since, we have never been free from fog. It is soon a week since we have had a fine day. I am afraid there will be much hay spoilt. Papa has got a great deal down. -- Since I have come home, I have been picking peas with Mama. -- There is nothing new in town. At present, everything is very dull.