Laurie Lee

In Notes on the English Year we found this, “but spring in England is like a prolonged adolescence, stumbling, sweet and slow, a thing of infinitesimal shades, false starts, expectations, deferred hopes, and final showers of glory.”

If you are yearning for a time when you could walk out of your front door and just keep on going. Why not read Laurie Lee’s masterpiece “As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning”, which charts his walk from the Cotswolds to London, and then across the entirety of Spain, from Vigo in the North to Andalusia in the South.