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152 CARAVAN DAYSThere was nothing about that farm, as seen fromthe roadway, to single it out from its fellows.But when we had been warmly welcomed by thefarmer and instructed to turn down a narrow lanebelow the garden we came out suddenly upon alittle open space beside the river, completelyscreened from the road, with a ravishing view ofthe mountains.We drew the van up on a levelstretch of turf in the very heart of acres of flamingbroom and pitched the tents in a small hollowdown below. Sam and Simon wandered off andwaded out into the river to drink, thus addingthe one needed touch of special interest in theforeground that made the picture from ourwindows quite complete.No one appreciated this memorable campmore than Herbert. He had come to so good anunderstandingwith the farm hands that hishorses were royally treated both in the stableand out at grass. He had dairy supplies of allsorts to draw upon;he borrowed all manner ofodds and ends as he required them, and we foundhim on the Sunday, when cleaning was in hand,carrying out buckets of boiling water from thekitchen which may surely be described as thevery height of luxury. For my own part Isecured a wealth of vegetablesand a fine choice