DAYS IN DOVE DALE 65 



infinitely preferable, to "The Wye'' below 

 Buxton. 



We returned to our inn, and, luncheon over, 

 we sallied forth down Beresford Dale, a de- 

 lightful walk in a very hot sun ; but the odour 

 of that piggery haunted us for many a mile. 



We had only two faults to find with the 

 worthy miller of Harrington, both of them of 

 quite a personal and selfish character for 

 what right have we to complain if he manu- 

 factures beautiful bacon where formerly was 

 a bit of capital fishing ground? And why 

 should we grumble because just at the time 

 we were sweltering down Beresford Dale, he 

 had stopped his mill and turned the already 

 meagre water of " The Dove " into his ex- 

 hausted mill pond ? The result to us, however, 

 was that we had no water to fish in, and the 

 fish had very little to swim in. 



If we got no fish, we did not the less enjoy 

 that charming walk. We rested awhile out- 

 side Cotton's fishing cottage. This cottage 

 consists of one square room only, with windows 

 on each side; it is built entirely of stone, is 

 charmingly situated on a bend of the river ; 

 it bears the date 1674, and although it is, 



