A trufle-hunter came with his dogs, & tryed my tall hedges, where, as he told us, he found only a few small bulbs, because the season was over: in the autumn, he supposes, many large trufles might be met with. He says, trufles do not flourish in deep woods, but in hedge-rows, & the skirts of coppices within the influence of the sun & air.
A large speckled diver or loon was sent to me from the Holt, where it was shot by one of Lord Stawell’s servants as it was swimming & diving on a large lake or pond. These birds are seldom seen so far S. in mild winters.
Snow-drops blow. We have in the window of the stair-case a flower-pot with seven sorts of flowers, very sweet & fragrant.
A ripe wood-straw-berry on a bank, & several blossoms. Grass grows on the walks.
Mr Churton left us, & went to Waverly. Sweet weather: gnats play in the air. Paths dry.
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