Written in apparent innocence of possible publication, this diary is a delight to read. An honest, kindly, charitable man, James Woodforde seems to have been content to moor his career in a backwater for almost all his life. So the reader is generously told of domestic and local matters - including income and outgoings - but very little informed of national affairs. You are left with a picture of a thoroughly nice man, but one who seemed to regard it as unnecessary to get involved in the ethical matters arising in a Christian country. A really enjoyable read but don't expect too much. Thoroughly recommended despite that.