12 March 1798 – 18 March 1798

Tom Poole returned with Coleridge to dinner, a brisk, cold, sunny day; did not walk.

Poole dined with us. William and I strolled into the wood. Coleridge called us into the house.

I have neglected to set down the occurrences of this week, so I do not recollect how we disposed of ourselves to-day.

William, and Coleridge, and I walked in the Park a short time. I wrote to ----. William very ill, better in the evening; and we called round by Potsdam.

I do not remember this day.

The Coleridges left us. A cold, windy morning. Walked with them half way. On our return, sheltered under the hollies, during a hail-shower. The withered leaves danced with the hailstones. William wrote a description of the storm.