For two days and two nights I was very miserable, and then Jenny rode down on Shag, and brought me a book that did me a great deal of good, and I'll tell you why.

It's about a man whose friend is going to travel round the world, like you, and he has to be left behind, like me.

Well, what does he do but make up his mind to travel round his own garden, and write a history of his adventures, just as if he had been abroad.

And that's the book; and you can't tell what a jolly one it is.

I mean to do the same, only as you are at sea I shall call it a Log, 'Log of a Voyage round the Garden, the Croft, and the Orchard, by the Friend he left behind him.' That's good, isn't it?
I've been rather bothered about whether I should have separate books for each, or mix them all up; and then, besides, I've got to consider how to manage about the different times of year, for you know, of course, the plants and the beasts and everything are different at different times; but if I have a log of each place for each month, it would not be done by the time you come home.