GLORIOUS GOODWOOD 3 



for, you see, racing is always on, if not in West 

 Sussex, somewhere else, and business is business. 

 So the best one can do is to make the most of 

 what opportunities offer of themselves or can be 

 manufactured by taking a little thought and 

 enofineer a little overtime a' morninofs and in the 

 early evenings. Somehow, people do not seem 

 to care to go in for this sort of thing much. 

 They want all brought right to them, put down 

 on the doorstep, so to speak, or carried into the 

 house and spread out for consumption. Take an 

 example. Within a minute's walk of the racing 

 establishment is Trundle or Troundel Hill — 

 Troundel on the old maps — a great mound making 

 a landmark on the high ridge of these downs, 

 ringed at its crown by the ditch of an ancient 

 encampment, and marked in the centre by the 

 site of the beacon revived at rare intervals nowa- 

 days. To climb from the course level to its 

 summit takes a very few minutes. Once in the 

 camp you have, oh ! such a view, such views, in 

 every direction* How many go there during the 

 four days ? One per cent. ? Not one-tenth per 

 cent., if you leave out the natives who in dry 

 weather picnic on its slopes. There is the grand 

 show, one scarcely to be equalled in any country, 

 at your service free gratis and for nothing. 



If the roadway that crosses the range at the 

 foot of Trundle Hill were a "pass," or the 

 eminence itself a ''pike" or a ''peak," and there 

 was a " fell " to it, we might find it quite cele- 

 brated as a centre for tourists, home made and of 

 foreign manufacture. As it is, plain Trundle Hill 

 suffers alike from simplicity of nomenclature and 

 easiness of access. Views ? You can from its 

 summit take in enough views full of variety to 



