Mr. Crawley, who may be said to have lived for golf, suggested Ashdown
Forest, and then, he said, he could look them up from time to time if they
made a permanent camp there. But who wants to be looked up by a tutor when
one is on a caravan holiday?

Miss Bingham was in favour of an itinerary (as she called it) that embraced
two or three cathedral cities.

Mr. Lenox said: "Go to Sussex, and camp under the downs at night and
explore them by day."

Mr. Scott, on the other hand, said: "Go to Berkshire and see the White
Horse that Tom Hughes scoured and wrote about." And he promised to lend
them the book to convert them to this project.

Mrs. Avory declined to express any opinion. "It's your caravan," she said,
"and I would much rather you decided everything for yourselves." (What a
delightful mother!)

Janet wanted to go to the New Forest, because she had never been there, and
now was a chance, and because for many years "The Children of the New
Forest" had been her favourite story.

Robert wanted to go to Salisbury Plain and see the sun rise at Stonehenge,
and cast an eye over the military operations there.

Jack Rotheram wanted to go to Hambledon, in Hampshire, to see the cradle of
cricket, as it is called--the old ground on Broad Half-penny Down where
they used to play cricket in tall hats, as described in John Nyren's book,