Lovely day. White frost.

Nothing new in the paper. The lines of the same. The Prince of Wales has gone to the front, Mrs Smith came in to one in great distress of mind because the young farmers’ daughters & sons want to have a dance. This on the top of their apathy is really almost more than one can bear. I went up and spoke my mind to Miss Miller on it. The utter callousness of that class is beyond all description.

In the afternoon, Mr Hillyard & Mr Buckingham arrived for the shoot to morrow