Saturday, 30th June, 1866

The weather very cool. Hardie and I strolled over the garden after breakfast. Bill and Zac sheared sheep, only 63 lbs. wool. I suppose they’ve lost a good deal. Had a nice snack, Hardie enjoyed it very much, had a chicken pudding for dinner. Zac has undertaken to plant some potatoes this evening. I told him he might have all he could make.