1891. 
July 9
(No 2)
England.
Clovelly. - After passing through the Hobby Drive we went
on to Buck's Mills, a curious little collection of ten or
a dozen houses in a sunny nook by the shore on the
banks of a brook which the road follows down a
narrow ravine. A Wren singing and a number of House
Martins carrying mud from a puddle to their nests
under the eaves of a stone barn. There were some
of these Martins about Clovelly to-day.
   As we returned back through the Hobby Drive the
sun was shining, lighting up the woods and
giving them a still more beautiful appearance
than that which they bore earlier in the day.
   In the afternoon I walked in the opposite
direction to Clovelly Park, the property of a
Mr. Hamlyn. Paying the usual sixpence at the
gate lodge I entered a drive which follows the
shore along the top of the cliffs with oak woods on
the right hand clothing the steep descent and open
fields stretching away on the left with the 
mansion house, an ugly modern structure, in
the distance surrounded by a wide expanse of
lawn sprinkled with groups of Fallow Deer.
   In the oak woods I heard a bird new to me.
It uttered a single, rather plaintive whistle (peer)
which at a distance resembled the scream of a
Blue Jay, nearer the whistle of the Pine Grosbeak.
The authors (there were several at different places)
of this cry kept in the tops of the trees. One
which was feeding young gave me a fairly good
view. It appeared to have a red breast and
some red on the crown with white wing bars.