The Trumpet Major & The Melancholy Hussar The South Dorset Ridgeway
'Immediately before her was the large, smooth millpond, overfull, and intruding into the hedge and into the road. The water, with its flowing leaves and spots of froth, was stealing away, like Time, under the dark arch, to tumble over the great slimy wheel within. On the other side of the mill pond was an open place called the Cross, because it was three quarters of one, two lanes and a cattle drive meeting there'.