15 August-12 September, in the year of our Lord 2021
(In this part of the Diary no entry occurs for four weeks and several pages are left blank. During this time Pepys went into the country, as he subsequently mentions having been in Shaftesbury, Dorset, and visiting Stourhead, and later on a nearby hillside encountering a National Trust man with an enormous erection. The pages left blank were never filled up.)
13 September, in the year of our Lord 2021
Up very betimes at 4 a’clock, and fortyfied by a fine porrage purposed to depart with Mr. Jones in his coach for some days in Scotland, in a place where once owned my mother and father a cottage, on the sea at the edge of the We[s]t Highlands. Summarily packed, set about our journey, the roads rough though we merry, and encountered many convenient staging posts where we stopped for the horses, and exchanged ourselfs in order to drive them, which were Moto at Rugby, and at south Stafford, which was RoadChef, I think. Spent the night at the Traveller Lodge in Knutsford, on the recommendacion to Mr. Jones of a drunkard from Little Booking Dotcom. The town pleasant though we early to bed, having come lately and suffering some wearyness for the long day, and needing to be up betimes for the morrow.
14 September, in the year of our Lord 2021
Up, and out betimes, it being a day with much sun shine, which joyed us greatly, and stopped for a fine breakfast at Charnock Richard, which was a Welcome Brake, and thereafter rode a very good way, along a great road, to the boarder at Scotland by nightfall, and to Gretna, where partook of a pint of wine, some oysters and a plate of pork scratchings, though of the latter too many, so pocketed the excess for the journey tomorrow. Slept overnight at the best tavern there was, which was their premier Inn, only the room not so large as I expected, and there was no remoat for the magick screen and some dried secretions on the light switch.