Thursday 14th February 1808

Dear Diary,
I arose late and have spent much of the day in recuperation. My head is still a whirl with the sights and sounds I have encountered in past days. I am still full of regret at not speaking to the handsome fellow on Tuesday night and so this afternoon composed an epistle to him and then rode to Cobbler's Bottom to send it at once. Who knows if he may reply. Time will tell.
I look from my window now and see the familiar sights of home, drifting up the stairs I detect the scent of Mrs Crutchlow's buns and from down below hear Father shouting " Down Boy!" to his Willie. Yet though they are welcoming and comforting I feel a little melancholy this night.