Sunday 13th April 1808

Dear Diary,
Such a lovely sunset, this evening, silhouetted the hills. How I wished I had some one to share it with me and yet despite my despondence with my lot I was glad to be there to see it. I am alive and have much to live for and in those times when I feel lost and alone I know I have family and friends who love me for who I am.
Back at the Grange all was quiet in the parlour. I noted Father gets comfort from patting his Todger's head and teasing his Willie and Fanny, pleasure, from stroking her pussy. Alas, it is not a pet I desire. What I seek is nigh on impossible to find.
I tire of the journey but shall never give up.