FOEDINGBRIDGE TO BRAMSHAW. 131 



loveliness such as is rarely seen even in the 

 glorious sunsets of the New Forest. 



Our path now winds on and up but we are still 

 shut in on all sides by woods. To our left a 

 waving sea of Bracken sweeps gracefully upon 

 the hillside to the foot of a wood which crowns 

 the hill, whilst, on our right, forest lawns descend 

 over a slope to woods that lie in the hollow below. 

 Turning round at this point towards the setting 

 sun we note a change in the cloudy mass which a 

 few minutes before had claimed our attention; 

 for from our new point of view the cloud mass is 

 brilliantly empurpled, reflecting upon the woods 

 which sweep over the hill a glow of fiery radiance. 

 In another moment we have left the forest and 

 have entered the long and straggling village of 

 Bramshaw. 



