Evelyn's Diary. 20 Jun 1649. I went to Putney, Surrey [Map], and other places on the Thames, to take prospects in crayon, to carry into France, where I thought to have them engraved.

Pepy's Diary. 28 Apr 1667. After dinner, by water-the day being mighty pleasant, and the tide serving finely, I up (reading in Boyle's book of colours), as high as Barne Elmes, and there took one turn alone, and then back to Putney [Map] Church, where I saw the girls of the schools, few of which pretty; and there I come into a pew, and met with little James Pierce, which I was much pleased at, the little rogue being very glad to see me: his master, Reader to the Church. Here was a good sermon and much company, but I sleepy, and a little out of order, for my hat falling down through a hole underneath the pulpit, which, however, after sermon, by a stick, and the helpe of the clerke, I got up again, and then walked out of the church with the boy, and then left him, promising him to get him a play another time.

Pepy's Diary. 11 May 1667. After dinner my wife and Creed and I being entered a Hackney coach to go to the other end of the town, we espied The. Turner (age 15) coming in her coach to see us, which we were surprised at, and so 'light and took her and another young lady home, and there sat and talked with The. (age 15), she being lately come out of the North after two or three years absence. She is come to put out her sister and brothers to school at Putney [Map]. After a little talk, I over Tower Hill [Map] with them to a lady's they go to visit, and so away with my wife, whose being dressed this day in fair hair did make me so mad, that I spoke not one word to her in our going, though I was ready to burst with anger.

Pepy's Diary. 02 Jun 1667. So to dinner, and then to my business again all the afternoon close, when Creed come to visit me, but I did put him off, and to my business, till anon I did make an end, and wrote it fair with a letter to the Lords to accompany my accounts, which I think will be so much satisfaction and so soon done (their order for my doing it being dated but May 30) as they will not find from any hand else. Being weary and almost blind with writing and reading so much to-day, I took boat at the Old Swan [Map], and there up the river all alone as high as Putney, Surrey [Map] almost, and then back again, all the way reading, and finishing Mr. Boyle's (age 40) book of Colours, which is so chymical, that I can understand but little of it, but understand enough to see that he is a most excellent man. So back and home, and there to supper, and so to bed.

Pepy's Diary. 25 Aug 1667. After dinner, away by water to White Hall, where I landed Pelling, who is going to his wife, where she is in the country, at Parson's Greene: and myself to Westminster, and there at the Swan [Map] I did baiser Frank, and to the parish church, thinking to see Betty Michell; and did stay an hour in the crowd, thinking, by the end of a nose that I saw, that it had been her; but at last the head turned towards me, and it was her mother, which vexed me, and so I back to my boat, which had broke one of her oars in rowing, and had now fastened it again; and so I up to Putney, Surrey [Map], and there stepped into the church, to look upon the fine people there, whereof there is great store, and the young ladies; and so walked to Barne-Elmes, whither I sent Russel, reading of Boyle's Hydrostatickes, which are of infinite delight. I walked in the Elmes a good while, and then to my boat, and leisurely home, with great pleasure to myself; and there supped, and W. Hewer (age 25) with us, with whom a great deal of good talk touching the Office, and so to bed.

Pepy's Diary. 11 May 1669. In the evening my wife and I all alone, with the boy, by water, up as high as Putney, Surrey [Map] almost, with the tide, and back again, neither staying going nor coming; but talking, and singing, and reading a foolish copy of verses upon my Lord Mayor's entertaining of all the bachelors, designed in praise to my Lord Mayor, and so home and to the office a little, and then home to bed, my eyes being bad. Some trouble at Court for fear of the Queen's (age 30) miscarrying; she being, as they all conclude, far gone with child.