After breakfast Cynthy and I, she on her black pony and I on foot walked to Bednall and went into the church which is cold and damp as any ice house and not fit for a cow house. Gave the clerk half a crown.

Called on Mrs. Stokes and on Mrs. Adams, my tenant. Thence visited old Hodson, a labourer, around whom all the little children of the village were assembled. He said they frequently came to play with his grandchildren and eat their dinners there. Thence visited the Rev. Mr. Davies's house now building on the hill. On wet ground, incapable of being well drained, his cellars will always be damped if not full of water. Thence to old drunked Marygold who was not at home. Then explored a long, vile lane that leads towards Brockton Gate. Got across the fields to the new cottages at Bednall Head, thence home.

Bishop and Dean of Lichfield came for tomorrow's consecration of Bednall Church.

All the carriages took as many as they could hold from this place to Bednall at 11. Full 20 clergymen there in canonical. One of them in a college cap excited the wonder of the natives. The church was hardly finished though 36 workmen had been in it all night. In pulling down the old church the Roman Catholic paten belonging to the chalice in use before the Reformation was found concealed. The new church was greatly thronged by the villagers and the service was well performed by the incumbant and the bishop, the dean preaching an excellent sermon. Mr. Davies afterwards gave a famous cold collation at the parsonage.