96 GOLDEN DAYS 



symphony of gold and variant green. 

 Then summer comes, and finds it clad in 

 gold and black. (No, not the black of 

 printer's-ink, but that which the painter 

 uses in thin transparent glaze to harmonise 

 a gaudy colour or to restrain a glaring 

 light.) In autumn this landscape turns to 

 gold and rose, for at that time great piles 

 of apples lie in the orchards, the hillside is 

 aflame with sun-tanned whin and heather, 

 brambles and red berries. With the 

 coming of the evening light the stalks of 

 dead asphodels gleam like coral, and oak- 

 leaves are as molten gold. 



Within this valley are two streams 

 separated by a long strip of rough pasture- 

 land ; they join some few miles further 

 down at the mill of Kastennec. We 

 reached the first and smaller stream to find 

 it alive with Mayfly. A big hatch of fly 

 on such a brook is a sight which must be 

 seen to be fully realised. 



The larvae for the past two years have 

 spent a drab existence within the river- 

 bed, but now, with the warmth of a 

 second summer season, they work to the 

 surface, and emerge in the sub-imago, or 



