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OLD WEST SURREY 



of a hundred years ago who ventured down into its depths 

 when they were held by an armed smuggling gang. 



When I was young I used to ride about these beautiful 

 wild places, then all unenclosed. One might ride for half 

 a day without meeting a soul or seeing a house, in natural 



The Pilgrims' Yews 



untouched forest land, among the thorns and junipers, 

 tangled with wild rose and honeysuckle and garlanded 

 with bryony ; past tall dark hollies ; or in woodland of 

 mighty beeches. Or northward on the chalk range among 

 the ancient yews ; the same trees that five hundred years 

 ago sheltered and guided the pilgrims journeying from the 

 south and west of England to the shrine of St. Thomas of 

 Canterbury. 



