It was bounded by the Avon only, and by a great heap of refuse bark.
"This is not a bad place to rest in; if you liked to get out of the carriage I'd make you comfortable here in no time." I was quite willing; so he ran off and fetched an old horserug, which he laid upon the soft, dry mass.

Then he helped me thither, and covered me with my cloak.

Lying thus, with my hat over my eyes, just distinguishing the shiny glimmer of the Avon running below, and beyond that the green, level Ham, dotted with cows, my position was anything but unpleasant.

In fact, positively agreeable--ay, even though the tan-yard was close behind; but here it would offend none of my senses.
"Are you comfortable, Phineas ?" "Very, if you would come and sit down too." "That I will." And we then began to talk.

I asked him if he often patronised the bark-heap, he seemed so very much at home there.
"So I am," he answered, smiling; "it is my castle--my house." "And not unpleasant to live at, either." "Except when it rains.