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shadow and bands, or breaks, of sunshine until 

 it is lost in the near distance by overarching trees. 



As far as we can see this avenue of greenery is 

 bordered by the wealthy verdancy of its hedge- 

 banks and canopied by foliage, and when the 

 roadway disappears from sight it seems to wind 

 up amongst trees. Going into the lane the 

 pleasant sound of running water falls upon the 

 ear. It flows from a tree-bordered meadow on 

 our right and, passing through a tiny arch 

 under the roadway to the opposite side, its 

 moist banks provide a congenial home for cluster- 

 ing but now flowerless forms of Crowfoot and 

 Daisy. The little stream, passing on by the 

 leaning bole of a large Oak, covered by Moss, 

 grey Lichen and sprays of trailing Ivy, trickles 

 away down the lane in the direction from which 

 we have come and, keeping by the hedgeside, is 

 soon lost from view. 



A few yards further on our lane widens out, 

 and, at this spot, is no longer overarched by 

 trees. But the greensward on either side is, in 

 places, brightly starred by the blossoms of the 

 Hawkweed, whilst the clustered foliage of the 



