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MEMORABLE CAMPS 153of flowers. After much consideration we let thehawthorn have its way inside the van, for I thinkshe looks her best in hawthorn.We further explored our Happy Valley on theSunday and went to the most inviting old churchupon an island that was approached by no roador path or other sort of track, but appeared tolike a tree. And wegrow simply out of the grassspent a very sociable afternoon and evening withour host and hostess, who, after we had taken teawith them, came back with us to the van, whenI had to get my roast into the oven.There was a little lane two miles from Beauly,which my Partner had marked down upon ouroutward journey as a likely camping-ground,where we found a glorious resting-place on ourreturn. It was not a convenient spot to camp,for the farm was some wayoff down the hill andwater was far to carry, but it was perfect in itself.There were great trees on either hand, a highbank to the left and a broad view to the right,and the whole place was embowered in floweringbroom. Sunshine filtered down upon us andspread a wide curtain of gold upon the bankabove. I do not think SIEGLINDA ever had sofair a garden.. . .In a splendid neighbourhood below Strathyre