Monday, 26 August 1782

Of all the Beds I ever lay in, that of last night, was the very worst, for there could not be more than fifty Feathers in the Bolster, and Pillow, or double that Number in The Feather Bed; so there I lay tossing, and tumbling, all night, without any Sleep, or Place to lay my Head upon, tho' I rowld all the Bolster into one heap.

I find that I must travell with a Servant to attend my Horse, make my Bed, and give me Consequence: it is wretched to Want a Friend to share our Miseries, and Pleasures; to lighten the one, and Elevate the other.

By seven o' clock, I was on Horseback; and crossed much bleak, heathy, Country, till near Longham, where I passd an Handsome River over a long stone Bridge.

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coming from Ringwood, Hampshire; across Dorset border; leave the Pool road to the right, cross Creekmore bridge, through Litchet, Wareham, Melcomb, to Weymouth, Dorset.

rides out of Weymouth, to Sandfoot Castle, around the Isle of Portland, Dorset.

from Weymouth, though Dorchester, Tolpuddle, Blandford, Dorset; on the road towards Salisbury, Wiltshire.