CHAPTER XIX 



IN DEVONSHIRE 



Devonshire, you say, is a large order. It Is, 

 and I only wish I could put it into my pocket, 

 or say just a nice little bit of it on the edge of 

 Dartmoor, for my own use at leisure. Circum- 

 stances over which I have no control generally 

 combine to keep from out of my reach all of 

 Devon that cannot handily be reached from 

 Plymouth. I have for many years made Ply- 

 mouth headquarters at Lockyer's Hotel, and am 

 always glad to be once more at this very excellent 

 establishment. 



Always I can do with a spell in Plymouth — 

 by going out of it, that is, and it is one of the 

 nicest towns in England to get out of — a remark 

 I intend in its complimentary bearings. If you 

 do not exactly want to clear the town, or three 

 towns for that matter, you can do yourself well — 

 at least, I can — round and about the water part 

 (who can tire of the Hoe ?), but should you wish 

 to roam, facilities are great. One of the cheapest 

 ways of spending a week that I know is to treat 

 Plymouth as a centre port or depot, and go for 

 the excursion coasting trips, etc., which abound 

 on most reasonable terms. Perhaps a cheaper 



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