February 13th, Sunday
We heard yesterday that poor old Miss Wingate’s last brother is dead. The Rector had been called away to him but being unable to get a substitute had to return all the way from Cambridge leaving again directly after the evening service. He looks worn to a ravelling. I went out after church and picked some Spring flowers and have quite a nice little collection.

Feb 15th
We finished the rockery today and did some more painting and after lunch I sallied forth with Miss Marsh and the children to Blandford. It poured but new boots were needed for them so the expedition was imperative. I met Frank Salmon taking his dog for a constitutional and gnawing on an apple. He is going to stay with Mother on the 28th.

Feb 16th
I tore myself away from domestic joys and went on a round of village visits. The poor people here where I have known them all my life always look to one’s visits so much and I neglect them very much I fear. Mrs James Fiander was out so I proceeded to the old Mayers with whom I had a long gossip. then I went to see “M’Culloch” who is so happily married that Toomer is “all the world” to her, and then on to my old friend Mrs Belben who was not very well and it is pathetic to see how much she still misses the dear old man who indeed was the last one of a class of labourer who no longer exists. A very windy walk it was and a sea of mud to wade through.

Feb 17th, Thursday
I fond this article in the leaflet of the Institute papers. I loved to read it and all the days come back so vividly in that jolly time where I had such ripping gallops on my old Jacob.

Feb 18th
More laurel cutting. I do hope Mother won’t have a fit but really it was time they were done, the place was getting so awfully shut in.

Feb 19th
To Blandford to tea at the Dennes. There came also Edward Castleman and his wife, I was awfully glad to see him again and maker her acquaintance. She appears years older than him but seems very nice and has plenty of money in consequence of which I fancy great improvements are being made in Chettle Lodge. They have taken back the remainder of the lease from Harry who I don’t fancy wish to return to this locality and is travelling abroad indefinitely.

Feb 20th, Sunday
Last night a most frightful hurricane raged, gales of wind and torrents of rain and one’s heart went out to those who go down to the sea in ships. This morning it is as wild as ever. We all went to church and returned in torrents. I got down Mother’s old bag of letters which interest me so much. I wish people wrote letters like that now but no one has the time in these busy breathless days when one can send 4oz a 1d at home and a whole ounce for 1d all the way to India. In those days it is mentioned that Mother had to put 1 rupee upon her letter, sounds awful and no wonder they wrote small.

Feb 22nd
The work of cutting , sawing and burning (laurels) continues and vast improvement is the result.

Feb 23rd
More and more torrents fall, the elements are mad, never has there been known a wetter year. For months and months these deluges have soaked the country and the floods which are all over the fields and the Stour valley never seem to sink. Farming and gardening is at a standstill owing to the fact the men can’t get on the land to dig it.