Water now, once again, fills the hollow, completely transforming this part of the country, and bringing into it wild duck and herons as of old.

The lake is completely hidden from the neighbouring roads and is accessible only by field paths, but it is well worth finding.
[Sidenote: A WOODCOCK ON AN OAK] There once hung in the parlour of Henfield's chief inn--I wonder if it is there still--a rude etching of local origin, rather in the manner of Buss's plates to _Pickwick_, representing an inn kitchen filled with a jolly company listening uproariously to a fat farmer by the fire, who, with arm raised, told his tale.

Underneath was written, "Mr.West describing how he saw a woodcock settle on an oak"-- a perfect specimen of the Sussex joke.
[Illustration: _Church Street, Steyning._].