The slope bounded the track on one side: on the other it was enclosed by a low bank covered with dead thorn thickly entangled, which enclosed the cornfields.

The space between the hedge and the hill was as far as we could throw one of the bleached flints lying on the sward.

It was dotted with hawthorn trees and furze, and full of dry brown grass.

A few scattered firs, the remnants of extinct plantations, grew on the slope, and green 'fairy rings' marked it here and there.
These fairy rings have a somewhat different appearance from the dark green semicircles found in the meadows and called by the same name: the latter are often only segments of circles, are found near hedges, and almost always either under a tree or where a tree has been.

There were more mushrooms on the side of the hill than we cared to carry.