Where Time Stands Still 



V KNOW a place where the hands of Time have almost 

 ^ stopped. All round and about progress marches with axe 

 and hammer, and civilisation sweeps beauty out of sight ; but 

 the invading army has missed my quiet corner, and left it un- 

 disturbed. Why, it is impossible to say, for there is every- 

 thing to tempt the barbarian's hand; there are lovely aged 

 trees, green undergrowth, and all the beauties that civilised 

 man loves to banish. Nor is it too far away for him to reach ; 

 indeed, it is within sight and sound of the city clock, and a 

 bird could wing the distance in a few short minutes. 



I must not tell you where my beauty haunt is, for if I did 

 you would all rush off to the boat which carries one there 

 yes, it is as close as that to the beaten track and my place of 

 peace would soon become as unrestful and disturbed as all the 

 other places. But if you are tired of " improved " pleasure 

 spots, and long so much for a quiet haven, that you will take 

 the trouble to find out for yourselves where my secret garden 

 is, I tell you that your trouble will be more than repaid. 



From the moment you step off the slow and half-empty 

 boat on to the little wharf, you will realise that you have 

 entered into a different world. The clear, green water round 

 the weedy piles, the clean, brown rocks at the water's edge, 

 the group of silver gulls on the tiny beach will all tell you 



