Very bright and pleasant day, though there was a sharp frost this morning. Bessie left to return to Cheltenham. I drove her and Bell to hook Norton station via “the Elm”. The roads were so extremely “heavy” with mud, owing to the break up of the severe frost which went very deep, that my dear old mare “Ruby” had the greatest difficulty in getting the carriage up the hills. But we caught the 3.48 pm train just in time. I think this is the first occasion of my driving out since Christmas, but it did me good, I think.

William Coleman came this evening for his clothing ticket and asked me whether I would let him one of the gardens down the lane, I told him the larger one was to go with the cottage, and the smaller one I could not spare.