FERNY RAMBLES IN SOUTH DEVON. 



rural as to make you feel that they could never 

 have been intended to be built upon ! Imagine, 

 finally, a queer intermingling of town and country, 

 with Ferns growing on the houses and on the 

 garden walls, and meeting you at every corner 

 wherever you turn ! Such is Totnes ; and from 

 every part of the little town at the top, at the 

 bottom, and on each side one may get away into 

 the most delightful country. Here is some de- 

 scription of a ramble from Totnes along one of the 

 lovely routes which are spread out like network 

 on every side. 



About half way up the main street of the town, 

 and within a few feet of the spot where, tradition 

 says, Brutus landed the sea then reaching to 

 this elevated point on the hill-side a road leads 

 sharply round to the right. We are nearly mid- 

 way on the hill, amongst the houses, almost in 

 the heart of the town. But we may, as it were, 

 dive out of it into the road aforesaid, which will 

 suddenly lead us away amongst groves and green 

 fields, woods and streams, in the direction of the 

 picturesque town of Ashburton. But three miles 

 from Totnes, along the Ashburton Road, and 



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