Nature knows no environment; but man is fettered, a spirit in a cage, a mournful soul that seeks companionship in misery.

Solitude is a word unknown to nature's vocabulary.

The deepest recesses of the forest teem with life and joyousness until man appears, then they are filled with solitude.
The wind-swept desert is one of nature's play-grounds until man appears, then it is barren with solitude.

The darkest mountain cavern echoes with nature's laughter until man appears, then it is hollow with solitude.

The shadow of man is solitude.
Instead of coming out at Becket as we expected, we found ourselves way down near Otis and West Otis, and passed through North Blandford and Blandford to Fairfield, where we struck the main road.
We stopped for dinner at a small village a few miles from Westfield.