Cloudy and threatening rain. Attended Divine service at Old Ealing church, the same that I used to go to when at Dr Nicholas’s. I never thought it imposing, but certainly my old impression was above the actual reality before me. Perhaps a little may be owing to the boarding in of one end, where an extension is making of the chancel. The attendance was full, and the services up to the average. The school of Dr Nicholas being large, only a portion could go at a time, and I being among the smallest boys, generally went in the afternoon. My recollection of it all is therefore rather a cold and dull from. Indeed none of my old137 associations with that school are agreeable. It was the home that was pleasant and genial. After luncheon, a long walk by the Harrow road and Treyford Abbey leading me out to the Canal which I followed to a second bridge above that reached before, and here I struck the road to Acton and eastward as before. The same solitude in this walk, which I have always noted as so remarkable every where out of the towns. Evening continued Pepys, who is certainly very amusing.