Out of breath, I sat down on a grassy bank and looked back upon the country I had just left.  Miles and miles of well-wooded land lay beneath me, extending far away to the North Downs.  I could see the town of Petersfield nestling around the square tower of the old church.  I could trace the dusty road along which I had journeyed, save the last half-mile, which was hidden by a chalk cliff that rose some two hundred yards away on the right.