Preached a Harvest Sermon at Tadmarton Church this evening and took supper with the Rector, Mr Smith and his family afterwards. There was a capital congregation and the singing was very hearty though rough. The “twang” is entirely different from that of Sibford, though only 3 miles off. I noticed the same thing at Shenington 5 miles distant, a few years ago. Webb drove me there, and I walked back.