SAXON MASONRY
Leaving Higham Ferrers we had a pleasant
drive, mostly downhill, to the hamlet of Bletsoe,
where we came in sight again of the slow-gliding
Ouse, the valley of which we followed on to
Bedford. Some short way beyond Bletsoe we
passed through Clapham, unlike its ugly London
namesake, a pretty rural village by the river-side.
Here we noticed the striking-looking Saxon tower
of the church, more like a castle keep than an
ecclesiastical structure. It forms quite a feature
in the landscape, and asserts itself by its peculiarity.
On arriving at Bedford it began to rain, and it was raining again in the morning; but about mid-*day the steady downpour changed to intermittent showers. So, early in the afternoon, we started off for a twenty-mile drive on to Luton, which we did in one stage. In a little over a mile we found ourselves passing through a very pretty village, and on inquiring the name thereof discovered it to be Elstow, the birthplace of John Bunyan, a spot that does not seem to have changed much to the eye since that event, for, if the expression be allowed, it looks still "genuinely Old English."
After Elstow we had a fine open country before us, bounded ahead by a low range of wooded hills, hills that showed softly blue under the shadow of a passing cloud, a golden green in the transient gleams of sunshine, and were sometimes lost altogether or half hidden by the mist of a trailing shower. Then driving on in due course we reached the hills and had a stiff climb up them, followed by a long and glorious run down through fragrant-
