Late for Musters. ― Fine morning.

S.W.C. gone out shooting.

Wrote to

Mr. Edwards

Mr. Fairbairn.
M. Parkyns
Musters ―

I wrote notes. ― At 11 walked to Bradgate, ― the old hill & rocks & John tower,1 the bare dry “Morn broadens”2  tree ― the paths & fern & rabbits: the deer: the village of Linford. The exquisite wood scene ― the Bassae trunk ― the lower walk & mill water ―: then back & home by 3: most lovely & enjoyable walk. ―

Did little but play & sing till 6. 6½ S.W.C. came back. Dinner & evening immensely pleasant. ―

Cold better.

[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]

  1. A tower atop the highest hill in Bradgate Park, Leicestershire, England. Wikipedia. []
  2. “Morn broadens on the borders of the dark,” a beautiful oil belonging to C. Fortescue (LEL, p. 33, n. 1). []