The old lodge cottage has lost its roof but is still picturesque. My shins still ache a little from trampling up and down the Cornish Hills for I also went some distance up the Lynher to a pretty old bridge and a nice looking old inn called the Sportsmans Arms. I hoped while in Plymouth to have got on board a new man of war but she had just been ordered to sea. After returning to London I came. Yesterday Milly + I went to a little village down the Orwell called Pin mill - a free port.