BOLTON, Monday, June 13th, 1864.
—Delightfully fine on the whole. We went a nice little saunter to the wooden bridge before luncheon. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson called, which brought over me a fresh attack of who's who and what's what especially when Mrs. R. was glad "Lady Frederick" saw the place to advantage ! After luncheon we set off to go to Simon's Seat, I riding a fat dun pony, F. walking. It was the first time I was ever on a moor and very grand and striking it was ; contrasting too with the lovely, luxuriant wood, still blue with hyacinths, from which we emerged upon it. Got home a little before 7½. Snug evening. At nearly the top of Simon's Seat we were caught in the fragment of a thunderstorm, which was rather grand. Shelterd in one of the luncheon huts, which I shall remember, methinks, if we come here, as we hope to do, for the August shooting. Can it be me I am writing about ?
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