... started, the Doctor carrying rods and tackle, and I the bait can. Twenty minutes walk, down a lovely country lane, where the blackberries hung above the ferns in ripening clusters, brought us to a gate, and through this we turned into a field, where I then ...

... scent of new-mown hay: July then comes with ripening wheat, Garnered 'mid August's blazing heat; September's next with blackberries sweet And slowly-shortening day; October brings the nutting-time; November gives us fogs and rime; December rings the Christmas ...