My garden was very pleasant, and in it was a summer house at the end of a moss-grown walk.

One plant which gave me great delight was a large bush of rosemary.

The smell of it always carried my mind back to peaceful times.

It was like the odour of the middle ages, with that elusive suggestion of incense which reminded me of Gothic fanes and picturesque processions.

Many elm trees fringed the fields, and made a welcome shade along the sides of the road.