Sunday, April 29. Wet and wild. Drove to Broadoak, a hamlet in the middle of nowhere, along deep lanes strewn with broken branches, foliage meeting overhead, banks starred with flowers of wild garlic. A small church, late C19 and very plain - diamond windows with glass of a couple of pale colours. All through the service, the wind slammed against them, and once wrenched open the door, sending a flood of rain inside. Few in the congregation under about 50, which didn't seem a good sign, but all enthusiastic. Afterwards to lunch with Nerissa and David J - our one time landlords at Church Farm Cottage - I noticed that at midday the thermometer in Nerissa's car was reading 6.5 degrees. Later to Church Farm Cottage itself and afternoon tea. Tomorrow we leave.