Jeffries often thought of the sea upon these hills."
"As I gaze I think of the great hill where so often in the old days I watched the red clouds of the morning, inhaling deeply. On this hill I used to bury my face in the thyme and listen to the song of the lark.
Through the hollow of the valley beyond are more meads, and oaks; and, over these, far away, the sunny haze has thickened till the hills are a mere line. On the top of the right side of the valley is a clump of trees: from thence, from underneath, in a rocky cell, and at their very roots, rises a clear and cool spring. A rugged path, encumbered with brambles, winds down to it, to the bottom of the steep face of stone where the water, with the moss-grown rock perpendicular to it, imperceptibly issues, with neither bubble nor sound."*
* The Old House at Coate. ISBN 0 9506563 8 0. Page 44.