Often a brightly-coloured caravan is to be seen encamped near the ponds, and beside it a fire which sends a faint cloud of blue smoke up against the dark green of the foliage.

Out come the children to play on the green slope, to fish in the ponds or gather flowers in the meadow below.

An old barge, perhaps, lies under the bank, towed up with much labour from the Severn.

Pleasure boats pass now and again, disturbing the water and breaking the reflections into a thousand fragments.

Evening comes on; the sun declines, and the face of the tower is dark against the glittering beams; the water receives the glow and reflects the radiance.