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the brown sward a ghostly farmer on a ghostly 
horse. 
The first point to be gained is Simonsbath. The 
road thither, after passing the immediate vicinity 
of Lynmouth, is a track over the wild, rolling 
moor, which stretches for miles on every side, 
dreary and brown. At Simonsbath there has been 
opened, quite recently, a very humble inn, which, 
though small and miserable, is better than nothing, 
since one is no longer obliged to bait one’s horse 
by the roadside, as we have often done. 
Mr. Knight, who first enclosed “ The Torest,” as 
it is still called (though the trees are few and far 
between), began to build a house at this spot, but 
it was never finished, and is now a ruin. 
Trom Simonsbath the wayfarei; may follow the 
course of the river Barle (there is no road this 
way) down to Landacre Bridge, — a desolate scene, 
but one which a person who loves solitude will 
thoroughly appreciate. To the angler the stream 
afibrds more substantial charms ; and if he is wise 
he will not fail to entrap a few trout, as an addi- 
tion to his evening meal at the wayside hostelry at 
Withypool, for moor fare is not always the most 
abundant. From Landacre bridge the right-hand 
bank of the stream should be taken ; and, unless 
for the desperate fisherman, who can wade, and 
