II 



DAYS IN DEVONSHIRE 



" Oh, you beautiful land, 



Deep-bosomed with beeches, and bright 

 With the flowery largesse of May." 



ALFRED NOYES, 



DRIVING in a jingle (pony trap) through 

 Devonshire lanes on a day in April or 

 May, you realize you are on holiday. 

 You may choose the superior car, but 

 for Devonshire by this mode of locomotion you 

 get there too quickly. The old pony in the 

 jingle has long made up his mind on the speed 

 limit. 



In Cairo I came upon the advertisement of a 

 Devonshire rural hotel in a home journal which 

 spoke of trout fishing. It included " health and 

 economy." It promised "a land of streams." 

 On the eve of home-coming it was just the 

 influence to colour one's dreams. Devon lanes in 

 spring, with carpets of primroses and harebells by 

 the wayside ! The rivers in the district had 

 fascinating names Thrush, Wolf, Lid, Carey, 

 Tamar. 



As soon as might be, headquarters were secured 



