the exeter road begins to rise immediately on leaving dorchester. leaving the town by a fine avenue of ancient elms stretching for half a mile, the highway runs, with all the directness characteristic of a roman road, on a gradual incline up the bare and open expanse of bradford down, unsheltered as yet by the stripling trees newly planted as a continuation of the dense avenue just left behind. the first four miles of road from the town are identical with the roman via iceniana, the icen way or icknield street; and on the left rises, at the distance of a mile away, the sombre roman earthwork of maiden{280} castle crowning a hill forming with the earthen amphitheatre of poundbury on the right hand, evidence, if all else in dorchester were wanting, of the importance of the place at that remote period.

at the fourth milestone the exeter road leaves that ancient military way, and, turning sharply to the left, goes down steeply, amid loose gravel and rain-runnels, to winterborne abbas, with an exceedingly awkward fork to the road to weymouth on the left hand half-way down. bold and striking views of the sullen ridge of blackdown, with admiral hardy’s pillar on the ridge, are unfolded as one descends.