The aspect of the sea was as wild and tempestuous as last week. The bathing seems abandoned and the machines are carried away for the winter. Employed myself at home in write a letter to my son John, and in incidental matters of household duty. Walked out however, and found the parade very much deserted. The surf quite grand. Went all the way to Hastings and back in the rain— The return however is the toilsome portion when in the face of a violent wind. Evening, read the third volume of Mr Massey’s History of England.