We both breakfasted at my brother’s and then took leave of him, Mr Hill setting out to prosecute his journey back to Yalden and I to Hoathly. I called on my aunt Ovendean at Boarshead Street, where I dined on some pork boiled, turnips and sausages. Came home about 5:20. Mr Coates’s cook and my brother drank tea with me; my brother stayed all night…