Thursday 27th October 1811

Dear Diary,
I fear I may never recover my usual gait after all this riding of recent days.
I cannot recall a time when I have been so reluctant to sit down as I am now.
You find us resting in Stirling and tomorrow shall attempt to gain entry to Foulk Hall. 
I long for this matter to be closed. I am quite weary of it all and I fear if we fail tomorrow I shall be forced to give up my Knob forever.
Feeling peckish I called upon the landlord of this Inn to ask about dinner.
It was as if he were speaking another language!
I spurned his 'aggis, tatties and neeps' and asked he fetch something else.
He brought a strangely large sausage some potatoes and turnips.
It was quite nice.