Within a radius of thirty miles of London, and outside its immediate boundaries, there are numerous places well worth a visit, most of them open either daily or at stated times.  A few of such places are Harrow on the Hill, with its famous school; Keston, with Holwood House, the home of William Pitt; Chigwell, the scene of Dickens’ “Barnaby Rudge;” Waltham Abbey Church, founded in 1060; the home of Charles Darwin at Downe; Epping Forest; Hampton Court; Rye House at Broxborne; Hatfield House, the estate of the Marquis of Salisbury; Runnymede, where the Magna Charta was signed; St. Albans, with its ancient cathedral church; Stoke Poges Church of Gray’s “Elegy” fame; Windsor Castle; Knole House, with its magnificent galleries and furniture; Penshurst Place, the home of the Sidneys; John Milton’s cottage at Chalfont St. Giles; the ancient town of Guildford in Surrey; Gad’s Hill, Dickens’ home, near Rochester; the vicarage where Thackeray’s grandfather lived and the old church where he preached at Monken Hadley; and Whitchurch, with Handel’s original organ, is also near the last-named village.  These are only a few of the places that no one should miss.  The motor car affords an unequalled means of reaching these and other points in this vicinity; since many are at some distance from railway stations, to go by train would consume more time than the average tourist has at his disposal.  While we visited all the places which I have just mentioned and many others close to London, we made only three or four short trips out of the city returning the same or the following day.  We managed to reach the majority of such points by going and returning over different highways on our longer tours.  In this way we avoided the difficulty we should have experienced in making many daily trips from London, since a large part of each day would have been consumed merely in getting in and out of the city.

[Illustration:  Harvesting in Hertfordshire.

From Painting by Alfred Elias.  Exhibited in 1906 Royal Academy.]

Our first trip into the country was made on the Sunday after our arrival.  Although we started out at random, our route proved a fortunate one, and gave us every reason to believe that our tour of the Kingdom would be all we had anticipated.  During the summer we had occasion to travel three times over this same route, and we are still of the opinion that there are few more delightful bits of road in England.  We left London by the main highway, running for several miles through Epping Forest, which is really a great suburban park.  It was a good day for cyclists, for the main road to the town of Epping was crowded with thousands of them.  So great was the number and so completely did they occupy the highway, that it was necessary to drive slowly and with the greatest care.  Even then, we narrowly avoided a serious accident.  One of the cyclists, evidently to show his dexterity, undertook to cut around us by running