Footpaths lead out into the wheat and beside the hedge, where the wild flowers bloom-flowers to be lovingly studied, food for many a day-dream.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
There is the gleam of water-the little river, with its ancient mills-that flows beside the town; there are the meadows, with their pleasant Footpaths.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
And then let him wander in Footpaths with the Breton peasant through fields where good dames sit on the sunny side of a bush or wall, knitting stockings, where there are long hedges of furze, golden-yellow with bloom-even in January-and listen to stories about corrigans, and about the dead who mingle here with the living.
"The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries"
W. Y. Evans Wentz