Fortunately we were both pursuing the same route, and a desultory dialogue commenced with the never failing observation:
“A fine morning, sir.”
“Very.”
“A noble river this, sir?”
“Beautiful.”
“A great admirer of the charms of nature, I presume, sir?”
“An enthusiastic one.”
“You’re for the Welsh vales, I suppose?”
“And mountains high!” I exclaimed, warming to my loquacious companion.
“In the Welsh vales ’mid mountains high,”