FERNY RAMBLES IN SOUTH DEVON. 
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rural as to make you feel that they could never 
have been intended to be built upon ! Imagine, 
finally, a queer intermingling of town and country, 
witH Ferns growing on the houses and on the 
garden walls, and meeting you at every corner 
wherever you turn ! Such is Totnes; and from 
every part of the little town—at the top, at the 
bottom, and on each side—one may get away into 
the most delightful country. Here is some de¬ 
scription of a ramble from Totnes along one of the 
lovely routes which are spread out like network 
on every side. 
About half way up the main street of the town, 
and within a few feet of the spot where, tradition 
says, Brutus landed—the sea then reaching to 
this elevated point on the hill-side-—a road leads 
sharply round to the right. We are nearly mid¬ 
way on the hill, amongst the houses, almost in 
the heart of the town. But we may, as it'were, 
dive out of it into the road aforesaid, which will 
suddenly lead us away amongst groves and green 
fields, woods and streams, in the direction of the 
picturesque town of Ashburton. But three miles 
from Totnes, along the Ashburton Boad, and 
