Those accustomed to parks whose deer are always huddled close and whose wall is never distant, are bewildered by the vastness of this enclosure.

Yet one has also the feeling that such magnificence is right: to so lovely a word as Arundel, to the Premier Duke and Hereditary Earl Marshal of England, should fittingly fall this far-spreading and comely pleasaunce.

Had Arundel Park been small and empty of deer what a blunder it would be.
Walking west of Arundel through the vast Rewell Wood, we come suddenly upon Punch-bowl Green, and open a great green valley, dominated by the white facade of Dale Park House, below Madehurst, one of the most remote of Sussex villages.
[Sidenote: SLINDON] By keeping due west for another mile Slindon is reached.

This village is one of the Sussex backwaters, as one might say.

It lies on no road that any one ever travels except for the purpose of going to Slindon or coming from it; and those that perform either of these actions are few.
Yet all who have not seen Slindon are by so much the poorer, for Slindon House is nobly Elizabethan, with fine pictures and hiding-places, and Slindon beeches are among the aristocracy of trees.