25–31 August 1862

I went out at twelve with the two girls on ponies (I in the little carriage), Bertie on foot. We went to see the obelisk building to His dear memory : Bertie left us there, and we went on round by the village, up Craig-Gozvau, in the little carriage, over the heather till we reached near to the old cairn of 1852. Grant said: "I thought you would like to be here to-day, on His birthday!" — so entirely was he of opinion that this beloved day, and even the 14th of December, must not be looked upon as a day of mourning, " That's not the light to look at it." There is so much true and strong faith in these good, simple people. Walked down by the Fog* House, all pink with heather ; the day beautifully fine and bright.