Friday 1st February 1808

Dear Diary,
I smile as I write; despite having had the company of Malcolm for most of the day; despite shivering for much of the day beside the pond and despite the fact that I caught nothing during our fishing excursion. Malcolm, however, successfully caught a magnificent brown trout which seemed very reluctant to come ashore. He finally managed to land it and proudly held it aloft and revelled in his triumph. I graciously smiled, stepped forward and saying "Well done!", slapped him on the back heartily. He was somewhat unprepared and lost his footing, and the fish, as he toppled into the water.
A good day, I believe.