A Place in the Country
By Frederick Dixon: So lovely was this evening that I couldn’t bear to stay in, and a walk in the country beckoned. As I wandered along paths deep sunk amid blossoming hawthorn and cow parsley and amid every shade of green – and all this within fifteen miles of Charing Cross – I reflected for the ten thousandth time how near to a paradise most of England still is. That led me on, as it…