NEAR WORTHING 191
Here, if anywhere, one is in close and silent communion with Nature.
One may take the motor-bus to the top of Washington Bostel from Worthing, and then take the path going east to the top of the Downs and on to Chanctonbury Ring. Near here is a fine dew-pond which we read of in " Weland's Sword " as being made by the Flint Men. Kipling sings :
" We have no waters to delight
Our broad and brookless vales— Only the dewpond on the height Unfed, that never fails."
The carpet-like verdant turf of these hills makes walking a great pleasure, and when one wishes to rest what better couch than the " soft thymy cushions " of the Downs which Kipling tells us will " cure anything but broken necks or hearts " ? Concerning thyme I shall venture to borrow a passage from Mr. Hudson :
" Among the bushes on the lower slopes one stumbles on places of extraordinary fertility, where the thistle, foxglove, ragwort, vipei's bugloss, agrimony and wild mignonette grow to a man's breast ; while over them all the mullein lifts its great flowery rod to a height of six to nine feet. From these luxuriant patches you pass to more open ground covered with golden seeding grasses, and heather, fiery, purple-red, and emerald-green spots