My head is at this moment in a state of confusion, from various causes, which I can neither describe nor explain - but let that pass.
My employments have been very rural - fishing, shooting, bathing, and boating. Books I have but few here, and those I have read ten times over, till sick of them. So I have taken to breaking soda water bottles with my pistols, and jumping into the water, and rowing over it, and firing at the fowls in the air...
But why should I "monster my nothings" to you, who are well employed, and happily too, I should hope. For my part, I am happy too, in my way - but, as usual, have contrived to get into three or four perplexities, which I do not see my way through. But a few days, perhaps a day, will determine one of them.
September 1814
Sources Used:
Wedlock's the Devil Byron's Letters and Journals Volume 4 Ed: Leslie A. Marchand (London: John Murray 1975)
The Place of Interest:
Newstead Abbey Park in Nottingham Photographed by the Polite Tourist in March 2013 and September 2011