The town of Chipping-Norton stands airily, and chearfully; but all the inns are eclipsed by that of Chapel House, which is quite a principality; and surrounded by gardens and other embellishments […]

Here we came at ½ past six o’clock; after tea we endeavour’d to play at bowls in the garden: and laugh’d at the crouded fantastic follies of a Ranelagh, or a Vauxhall; whilst Mr R[eynolds]. played on his flute, to the delight of the house company, who came forth to hear his melody; to which eccho, likewise gave her assent.

I felt myself so much better that I could enjoy both the musick and the evening walk.