Fine and warm. Office in the morning, and in the afternoon cycled to Fordham to see how Bob was getting on. Much relieved to find him well and fit. Old Mr. Findlay insists on giving him oats. Being so near Romney’s Farm, I cycled on to there, past a derelict wind-mill, and a rather nice timber framed house called Josselyns, now quite decayed. It is still able to be restored.
Got back to Colchester by 6.30. This evening called at Seymour’s. Conversation about the present state of the school [Colchester Royal Grammar School], from which I gathered that one of the temporary women teachers had become insane.