Evening
Day 14
April 10

A bit of sun has shone through the clouds, giving us temporary relief. The rain has subsided for the most part, but our traveling paths are all ruined. The knight has tried diligently to guide us all on the safest roads possible, but in vain; the young lad cleric’s horse became stuck in the thick mud, and in attempt to free itself, it broke its poor leg. Unable to carry on the burden of a half-starved, crippled horse, we had nothing else to do but to kill the poor animal. As sorry as I do feel for the poor boy, I did not offer my horse. He will have to ride with the miller if he wants to continue our pilgrimage.

Morning
Day 14
April 10

I awoke to a completely black sky. We can hear thunder in the distance and it spooks the horses. We quickly packed up camp and set on our way, only to be drenched in within five minutes. The ground is muddy and the horses and all my effects are completely soaked. The red dye in my stockings has completely run onto my bag and I am infuriated, but nothing can be done. The pilgrims and I complain and talk about setting up camp. The knight agrees, but he knows of no village within the next five miles. Meanwhile, we are becoming flooded.

Evening at campsite
Day 13
April 9

We have already seen so much although it is only the end of the first day since we have left Southwark. The rolling hills are green and the air is clean and crisp with the slight sent of the spring flowers. We traveled through the greater London area, passing farms and cottages along the river. The knight was ahead of the rest, leading us eastward, with the sunset to our back. As dusk has approached, we have set up camp. As we do so, we are troubled because there seems to be a storm brewing, as dark clouds surface along the sky.