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94 CARAVAN DAYSSimon come into view, the former looking roundand considering the weather and the scene,thelatter still chewing a last wisp of disreputableherbage which he has picked up somewhere,unobserved by Herbert. They are duly harnessedto the twin pairs of shaftsdouble shafts are inmy opinion much safer and more satisfactorythan a pole when it comes to bumping about onuneven ground Herbert hops up into the doorwayand we swing out on to the road about9 a.m.I strongly believe in making a single journeyin each day, never stopping for lunch or for anyother reason that can be avoided, pushing onas rapidly as possible and camping early. Thehorses are never fed on the road, though they arealways watered once, about midday. Themorning is the chief time for walking. I like towalk ten miles before lunch, though I often falla little short of this figure, and my Partner, whoisa methodical pedestrian, divides the day intostages with intervals between, in such a way as tobe always outside on steep hills, and puts in aboutsix or seven miles.After about an hour she willget inside and set to work upon the lunch.Lunches are her masterpiece. From the hardboiledegg with which they open to the small