Diary: June 1, 1676
Diary: June 1, 1676Raphael. I must write his name before I begin. Raphael.
Well, we are at last arrived at Chewton Court – of which more later – after a four-day journey, three aboard a stagecoach accommodating eight souls, tightly packed, which bumped and rattled abominably over the terrible roads we were forced to travel upon. We are so spoiled now in London. The only thing to be thankful for was the lack of rain though, of course, this meant considerable dust forcing us to keep the blinds down across unglazed windows and, thus, to travel in crepuscular gloom, only relieved by regular stops to change the horses. I must note here how poor Raphael suffered with the jolting. His head pained him dreadfully.
Having crossed the river by wherry, we had taken the coach fro
