Last night, walking in Sibford Ferris, I met Joshua Lamb who told me that Richard Keen, one of his father’s labourers was ill. So I went to see him today. He was taken bad with an old complaint of heart disease on Monday night, but is somewhat better today. He had a similar attack soon after his first wife died, when I first came to Sibford. He told me that then he took nearly half a gallon of brandy in one night. It had no effect on him except to help keep him alive. Bell and I walked round by Pitch Hill and the Old Elm and back by Alcock’s Lane this evening.