The iron railings in front of that row of meagre, nondescript houses opened upon the airy confluence of two vast provinces of leafiness and sunshine⁠—to the right Melbury Bub, with its orchards and dairies; to the left Glastonbury, with its pastures and fens⁠—while the umbrageous “auras” of these two regions, blending together in the air above the roofs of Blacksod, merged into yet a third essence, an essence sweeter than either⁠—the very soul of the whole wide land lying between the English Channel and the Bristol Channel.