The White-Fronted Wild Goose 



CHAPTER III 



Wells-next-the-Sea, where Wild Geese 

 Congregate 



There are few places in England where you can get 

 so much wildness and desolation of sea and sand-hills, 

 wood, green marsh, and grey saltings as at Wells, in 

 Norfolk, the small old red-brick town, a mile and a 

 quarter from the beach, with a green embankment lying 

 across the intervening marsh connecting town and sea. 

 Here you can have it all in the space of a half-day's 

 prowl or saunter — I cannot say "walk," seeing that I 

 am as often standing or sitting still as in motion. The 

 little village-like town in its quietude and sense of re- 

 moteness from the world is itself a restful place to be 

 in; going out you have on the land side the quiet green 



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