It is a delightful country, broken into wide waves of hill and valley, with hedgerows high and leafy enough to bear comparison with the Kentish hedges among which our motor had left us a day or two before; and the villages, the frequent, smiling, happily placed villages, will also meet successfully the more serious challenge of their English rivals - meet it on other grounds and in other ways, with paved market-places and clipped chamilles instead of gorse-fringed commons, with soaring belfries instead of square church towers, with less of verdure, but more, perhaps, of ouline - certainly of line.
The country itself - so green, so full and close in texcure, so pleasantly diversified by clumps of woodland in the hollows, and by streams threading the great fields with light - all this, too, has the English, or perhaps the Flemish quality - for the border is close by - with the added beauty of reach and amplitude, the deliberate gradual flow of level spaces into distant slopes, till the land breaks in a long blue crest against the seaward horizon.
There was much beauty of detail, also, in the smaller towns through which we passed: some of them high-perched on ridges that raked the open country, with old houses stumbling down at picturesque angles from the central market-place; others tucked in the hollows, among orchards and barns, with the pleasant country industries reaching almost to the doors of their churches.
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The extract was Dervla Murphy The action took place in Sildi. The winner was Mrs J Gill, Yorkshire.