1891. 
July 11
England.
Buds to Tintagel. - A superb day, sunny with great
billowy clouds drifting across the sky and flecking the
landscapes with dark shadows, the distance steeped in
deep blue haze, the sea of a deeper blue than yesterday.
At times, especially where high banks cut off the
gentle sea breeze, it was uncomfortably warm in the sun.
  We hired a wagoneth & drive with a pair of excellent 
horses and drove to Tintagel starting at 10 A.M. and
arriving at 2 P.M. Although the road lay near the
sea the country was much like that traversed
yesterday. We weary of the endless succession of 
small, square fields with their monotonous hedges.
But the high banks that bordered the roads were
beautiful beyond description with thin wealth
of wild flowers of which few except the foxgloves,
buttercups, bird-foot trefoil and heather are known
to me. In places these banks were fairly ablaze
with scarlet poppies growing in solid beds as if
planted there for effect against the background of
graceful, feathery ferns. No part of America which
I have ever visited has anything to compare with
the display of wild flowers which England
lavishes on every wayside bank. I notice many
blue flowers here, one called "bird's eye" with a
rounded, feathery head.
  Skylarks and Yellow Hammers were the most
numerous birds to-day. I counted 16 of the former
singing. The latter were thrice as many. I also
saw Corn Buntings for the first time. In a field
where men were ploughing we saw at least 20
Herring Gulls walking about. In another ploughed field
a Magpie sat on a clod. (No woods visable for miles).