Friday, November 6, 2009

The more I walk, the sounder I sleep

Fri 6 Nov 1778: Set out in the stage-coach for London. At the end of Strood, I chose to walk up the hill, leaving the coach to follow me. But it was in no great haste: it did not overtake me till I had walked above five miles. I cared not if it had been ten: the more I walk, the sounder I sleep.