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hood, was to drive down the thirteen miles to Ack- 

 lington, there get on the train to Warkworth, and 

 spend a little time at Coquet mouth. 



Nothing could be finer than the views that unfolded 

 themselves just as we turned out of Rothbury. Our 

 road lay as if on an upper shelf on a high rocky slope, 

 above us still rough heathery hills, and below the 

 glancing glistening river. Soon the rocks below 



THRUM MILL. 



seemed to close into a ravine, where the water nar- 

 rowed and deepened into a kind of gully, and forced 

 its way with foam and noise through barriers of rock. 

 This is what is called the Thrum, and the Thrum Mill 

 is close beside it, one of the most striking bits of 

 scenery on this part. A footpath leads along from 

 Rothbury to the Thrum Mill, a favourite resort of the 

 visitors who in summer come to Rothbury, and here 



