England -- Description and travel; Wales -- Description and travel
At first, for a mile or more, we followed a smooth highway, then we
took to a little lonely lane to our left; a signpost at the corner
of the roads told us it led to Greywell. Now Greywell had a pleasant
sound; we soon came to it, and it proved to be a pleasant village in
keeping with its name; some of the cottages there are old and of half
timber, and no more picturesque or comfortable a cottage was ever built
than in that style, with its projecting upper story that gives more
room above than below, where room is mostly wanted, besides keeping the
lower walls dry and causing an agreeable effect of light and shade.
How I dislike the modern cottage built on the square and strictly
economical pattern, a mere slate-roofed brick box with holes for
windows in it. Sometimes you meet with rows of them as like one another
as peas in a pod, only even perhaps more so. They ruin the prospect
wherever they are.
A footpath led from the entrance of the village to its tiny church,
which, though restored, has not had all its interest restored away, for
it can show some pre-Norman work, a curious old carved screen, and,
what is rarer, a rood-loft; externally a simple wooden bell-turret
gives a touch of character to the building.
Beyond Greywell we entered upon a low-lying land of lazy
willow-bordered streams, a green and quiet land of luscious meadows
loved of cattle, a land of lanes
where under the same wheel
The same old rut would deepen year by year.
Now and then we caught the scent of new-mown hay, sweetening the air
as we drove along under the shadow of leafy trees, and anon in the
sunshine. The scent of new-mown hay or of a fragrant beanfield in
blossom, how delightful a thing it is; shop-purchased perfumery is
poor stuff indeed compared with it. For once we looked above rather
than around for beauty, above to the windy, wide, white-clouded sky,
with its ever-varying incident of passing and changeful form; for the
skyscape has interests as well as the landscape, and there are times
when it is the more interesting of the two.
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