Foggy

Called up by my father, poor man, coming to advise with me about Tom’s house and other matters, and he being gone I down by water to Greenwich, it being very-foggy, and I walked very finely to Woolwich, and there did very much business at both yards, and thence walked back, Captain Grove with me talking, and so to Deptford and did the like– there, and then walked to Redriffe (calling and eating a bit of collops and eggs at Half-way house), and so home to the office, where we sat late, and home weary to supper and to bed.

all is one in fog
a fine wool

the grove like a riff
half-way to the ear


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 24 March 1663/64.

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