Bitter wind from East, the coldness of it reminds me of the wind we had before the great blizzard March 1891.

Played the Dead March from Saul after morning service in memory of Lord Roberts. Father preached about him. “Gather up the fragments that remain &c.” Good sermon.

After service went up to see Mrs Smith & had a talk with her about a very serious matter connected with the parish. After lunch, went off in the car to catch 3 o’clock train to Exeter. The hood & all the side screens were up, but still, for all that it was cold.

Mrs Smith came as far as Okehampton. At Exeter, Robert Worthington met me in his car, & drove me up to his house, where all was warm & comfortable, with glorious hot tea awaiting me.