We dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of some boiled tripe. In the afternoon Mr Elless and I walked down to Peter Adams’s in order to see Mr Relfe the surveyor at Lewes measure and map the said land, but could not find him. We were wet through a-going our journey. Dame and Master Durrant and Thomas Durrant at our house in the evening drinking what they call colt ale; that is, liquor for shoeing a colt the first time. This day, I think, has been as wet a day as I ever knew in my life at this season of the year. There have been today several very loud strokes of thunder.