September 27, 1770
Gardens are torn to pieces, & great boughs off trees.
Gardens are torn to pieces, & great boughs off trees.
Barley grows in the swarth. Thunder, lightening, hail.
Stormy all night. Aequnoctial weather. Wheat begins to sow.
The hop-picking at Farnham is just beginning. About 8,000 people beside natives are employed. A vast crop. Much wall fruit at Farnham castle; but void of flower.
The ring-ousel appears again in it’s autumnal visit; but about twenty days earlier than usual.
Not one wasp appears notwithstanding the long dry season. Cuckows skim over the ponds at Oakhanger, & catch libellulae on the weeds, & as the flie in the air. I can give no credit to the motion that they are birds of prey. They have a weak bill & no talons.