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enjoyment, are wildly splashing about, their 

 yellow beaks contrasting strikingly with the 

 green, white, black, and brown of their plumage. 

 Away on the right, across bordering hedgebanks 

 and their adjoining fields and meadows, we can 

 just see the crests of the forest uplands as they 

 sweep around the horizon from the west towards 

 the north. 



Taking a turn round to the right, upon what is 

 now, for a short way, our level road, we pass a 

 tiny strip of open forest, with Oaks overspreading 

 undergrowths of Furze and Bracken, of Holly and 

 Bramble, Hawthorn and Blackthorn, twining 

 round the stems and twigs of which White 

 Bryony shows its large leaves, some still green 

 and others richly empurpled, the berries of this 

 beautiful shrub beginning to pass from their 

 early hue of green into a rich shade of yellow 

 preparatory to emerging into the full glory of 

 their final autumnal colouring. 



We soon reach the little village of Setley, 

 whose farmhouses, cottages, and homesteads lie 

 along on the left-hand side of our road, the 

 white walls of one slate-roofed cottage standing 



