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H4CARAVAN DAYSsuccession of plumping showers, and not till wehave scratched up a sudden rise of i in 12 do wearrive, wet and weary, at the top and draw inat the roadside for tea. Walking a few yardsthrough the trees while the kettle boils we comeout unexpectedly upon that jutting crag whichthey call the Queen's View.It takes our breathaway, for at that moment the sun comes outand lights the whole astounding prospect ofSchiehallion towering on the left and LochTummel winding up the valley hundreds offeet below.Or we drive sleepily along the flat to pay a callin Troon. This would be something worth seeingwe had reason to believe. But I suppose we havetoo many golfers among our friends and had thuscome to a false impression. For golfers neverknow. They are always telling me that such andsuch a place Silloth, Seascale, Troon and manymore issimply glorious. I say that I supposethey mean the links are glorious, and they replyyes,that is so, but there is far more in it than that.It isn't only the golf. It is such a magnificentin itself.neighbourhood I know now that it isn'ttrue. In the same way people used to ask me togo to dances, and when I said I didn't dance,explained that that was of no importance as there