A West Country pilgrimage

A WEST COUNTRY PILGRIMAGE
Eden Phillpotts
EDEN PHILLPOTTS
AUTHOR OF DANCE OF THE MONTHS, A SHADOW PASSES, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY A. T. BENTHALL
LONDON LEONARD PARSONS PORTUGAL STREET
First Published, May 1920
Leonard Parsons, Ltd.
CONTENTS
East of Exe River and south of those rolling heaths crowned by the encampment of Woodberry, there lies a green valley surrounded by forest and hill. Beyond it rise great bluffs that break in precipices upon the sea. They are dimmed to sky colour by a gentle wind from the east, for Eurus, however fierce his message, sweeps a fair garment about him. Out of the blue mists that hide distance the definition brightens and lesser hills range themselves, their knolls dark with pine, their bosoms rounded under forest of golden green oak and beech; while beneath them a mosaic of meadow and tilth spreads in pure sunshine. One field is brushed with crimson clover; another with dull red of sorrel through the green meadow grass; another shines daisy-clad and drops to the green of wheat. Some crofts glow with the good red earth of Devon, and no growing things sprout as yet upon them; but they hold seed of roots and their hidden wealth will soon answer the rain.
In the heart of the vale a brook twinkles and buttercups lie in pools of gold, where lambs are playing together.
Elms set bossy signets on the land and throng the hedgerows, their round tops full of sunshine; under them the hawthorns sparkle very white against the riot of the green. From the lifted spinneys and coverts, where bluebells fling their amethyst at the woodland edge, pheasants are croaking, and silver-bright against the blue aloft, wheel gulls, to link the lush valley with the invisible and not far distant sea. They cry and musically mew from their high place; and beneath them the cuckoo answers.