A GRAYLING DAY 163 



The peace of autumn is over the woodlands 

 and the water-meadows with their silver ribbon 

 of winding stream, as we leave the valley and 

 pedal homewards to tea by the fireside in the 

 study, and a quiet evening with the winter 

 consolations of " indoors," books and writing 

 materials. Farewell to the fly-rod until after 

 the turn of the year. 



