Inhabitants very respectable--infant school--grown up people great musicians--all touch their hats as in Wales and sit at their open doors in the evening; no high road leads through the village.

The little pot-house where we slept is a grocer's shop, and the landlord is the carpenter--so you may guess the style of the village.

There are butcher and baker and post-office.

A carrier goes weekly to London and calls anywhere for anything in London and takes anything anywhere.

On the road [from London] to the village, on a fine day the scenery is absolutely beautiful: from close to our house the view is very distant and rather beautiful, but the house being situated on a rather high tableland has somewhat of a desolate air.