Bell and I drove to Hook Norton this evening when I took Divine Service for Cox who is on a brief visit to his father at Stockland Vicarage, near Honiton, who is ill. We returned immediately after service, declining Miss Fagan’s kind invitation to supper at the Rectory in order to save as much of daylight as possible for the drive home. I took the boy Hyde with me to open the gates and put up the mare at the “Sun” opposite the Church. I thought the congregation a good and very attentive one. The choir which was large for such a place sang, I thought, somewhat coarsely, and as though they did not know the music. It was a very pleasant drive but we had to light our lamps at Temple Hill on the return journey.