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THE BATH ROAD 



'* Marquis of Ailesbury's Arms,'" aud tlie village of 

 Fyfield on the way, with a glimpse of Mauton village 

 down Ijclow, amid its elms and fiirmyards by the 

 windings of the stream. 



Fyfield (how many dozens of Fyfields are there in 



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ROADSIDE INN, MANTON. 



England?) is tiny, clean, and quaint, with a pinnacled 

 church tower on to whose roof you look down from 

 the road, and may glimpse in a backward glance the 

 whole of the district traversed since Savernake Forest 

 was left behind. There, in long dark clumps upon 

 the distant hilly horizon are the grand avenues of 



